The Dear Kinglet Comes Around And Sounds His Voice, And Hearing It, I Love It, It Is My Choice, Sweet, Melodious Tunes That Groom My Ears, So I...
The dear kinglet comes around and sounds his voice,
And hearing it, I love it, it is my choice,
Sweet, melodious tunes that groom my ears,
So I throw him back some heavenly cheers.
- Joshua Aaron Guillory
Thursday, March 18, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: victory
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published by me on poemhunter, March 18,2021