Never Then - Poem by David Lacey
Metallic construct, new born baby
Cries, dies and learns to fly.
Yes No Maybe
Forget me if you can
Leave me in my den
I’ll be happy here awhile.
I’ll draw myself a smile.
Could you lend me a pen?
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