(limerick) Alas Alas At Eighty-Nine Poem by WES Vogler

(limerick) Alas Alas At Eighty-Nine

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My poor brain it has left me bereft
In my chin I do not have a cleft
My looks have departed
With nothing I started
And I still, sir, have most of it left

(limerick) Alas Alas At Eighty-Nine
Wednesday, May 15, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: fun,people
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 15 May 2019

Maybe you could draw a self portrait.

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Wes Vogler 15 May 2019

pic at eighty my camera will now no longer focus on my image .. remember the picture of Dorian Grey?

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WES Vogler

WES Vogler

Vancouver BC Canada
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