Park Life Poem by Alex Deacon

Park Life

Rating: 5.0


The man is still looking.
I'm but a park bench sitter,
What have I done?
His eyes are so, so, so big.
Ah, I dropped a crisp packet.

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Alex Deacon

Alex Deacon

Nottingham, England
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