Pleaser Poem by Midifo Yearns
Pleaser
I like the wine, I eat the cheese
I try in every way to please
and that’s perhaps my greatest fault
that blocks my life, shuts down the vault
and then in sorrow I achieve
the kind of peace they call reprieve.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
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