The Unknown Missing Poem by johnny case

The Unknown Missing



They are kind to the head count.
Glad to give slated numbers,
What need for the searching comb?
Here we hear nothing at all
From where strays never call home.

Monday, January 25, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: numbers
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