The Silent Dead Poem by Lesbia Harford
The Silent Dead
Rating: ★2.9
There's a little boy who lives next door
With hair like you,
Pale, pale hair and a rose-white skin
And his eyes are blue.
When I get a chance I peep at him,
Who is so like you,
Terribly like, my dead, my fair,
For he's dumb, too.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: hair
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