Its Time Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Its Time

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to you came that shock
unspoken mystical; not!
broken hearted shyte!

in Oz, a felon
Santa and you; showering
you eat shyte and die!

this world tells the tense
such fools be before the winds
ring that bell; its time!

Sunday, December 23, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: belief,mystical,santa claus,shame,teasing,time,world
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