Is It Poetry
On Sharing A Wife - Poem by Is It Poetry
Headstrong, I never longed to run,
one off and when into the other,
crossing one short bridge after brothers, being young.
Bacon kept at bay, wives fish the market
baskets full of olive oil,
yet sardines and crackers, cheese and wine
garlic bread each stick when rolled in butter,
tastes the best until the next, comes home from sea.
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