Open Will - Poem by Douglas Scotney
I attribute this poem
to my old uncle Will,
uncle Open Will.
The deep Good Friday calm
that day's deep still
(some say bore) ,
is to be no more:
Liquor stores will be able to open,
therefore open will.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Mother's maiden name, no faking, truly was Will.
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