Parade Poem by Anthony Weir

Parade



I'm not happy with Parade
which is why these poems are placed
by stealth upon a web-page among millions
- where you, a tiny few unknown to me, find them
by accident, by stealth.
You are my virtual wealth.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: happy
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