Mr Archibald Lives At My House Poem by jodi glass
Mr Archibald Lives At My House
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Mr Archibald, please unhide
i know you don't want to, but im fed up
are you in my red boots, or with my precious cat scratched books
am i looking in the wrong place?
your not in the 3 day old milk carton
or stored with the toilet roll
dam there is the phone again
Mr Archibald its for you!
Saturday, April 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: happy,home,phone
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
mr archibald owned my house number beore me an i get more calls for him than i do me :)
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