Scarecrow Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

Scarecrow



Crow, unsettled,
you knead my thoughts
and pick my brain
like a bad lover.

My body is dead,
scaredto death
because you have shredded
my hollow soul.


Waf

Monday, December 17, 2018
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Sally Plumb Plumb

Sally Plumb Plumb

Haverhill Suffolk England
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