Strang Butifull Day Poem by david barnett

Strang Butifull Day



We were all lost in many ways! Geographical where? Somewhere in this hemisphere on this world planet earth.The swamp in the center was dismal and bleak and dark. The smell was pungent! And stank creatures emerged with sickly pale faces with cobwebs all over.At the12.00 screams shrills were herd very loud! David

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