Miscreant Poem by Kathryn Warren

Miscreant

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Why do I find myself cowering before a virago,
who is putting out her washing on a line,
great, white sheets, flapping wetly in the wind
that is tiding over the time between storms
on the horizon? - Why me? Oh, why me?

Friday, July 1, 2016
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Ovi Odiete 02 July 2016

Sweet and humorous as well

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Kumarmani Mahakul 01 July 2016

Flapping wetly in wind. Very amazing sharing done definitely. Wisely penned.10

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