In Perfect Time Poem by Dorsey Baker

In Perfect Time



A old man is living
In that old abandoned house
I saw, smoke coming out of the window
I smelled some cooking
He comes out late at night
Just like the moon and stars
An old abandoned house
A lonely old man
Such a perfect match
So happy that they found one another
And just in the Nick of time!

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