Mick williams

Rookie (paterson, new jersey)

The Game - Poem by Mick williams

Three builders at hand
But it's only a game
Father's home
And this is the darkest dream
But fear thee not
Ocean's poured on
Everythings tied by a knot
Size matters all
Safe it is not
The girls afraid
Calling all knights to arms
Rescued me
The old times eye is
Protecting me

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 12, 2011

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