J.L.W Poem by james watkin

J.L.W



We concluded the nature passive
But not it had roared until!
Shrewd, the wind disguising it.
Chatting politely of him still!

Who insisted on name commended
From something as dumb as stone
Has the census angel slighted
Voting John for upper zone.

Tuesday, October 29, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death,father
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james watkin

james watkin

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