The Strange Exchange Poem by Blanche Hardin

The Strange Exchange



The strange exchange between man and the deranged,
Had nothing to do with the blood that stained the walls.
If the walls of the halls could predict all that befalls,
The death would be unsure to even occur.
This fear that followed and withered and wallowed,
Could only express the distress that conquered the late mistress.

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Blanche Hardin

Blanche Hardin

Bakersfield, California
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