July Is Gone Poem by O. C. Woods

July Is Gone



</>At the end the world must vanish
31: last page of final whistle to cherish?
My time to 'begin' has perish
On Thursday, will Summer die or florish.

O.O.W
07-31-08
12-05-11
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