This Game Poem by William Mowell

This Game



I'm tired of playing this game, feeling all ashamed
and now its come down to this, I already hit and missed

so I'll take my leave now, take just one last bow
run off into the sunset, and I hope I can forget

Thursday, December 13, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: hope,sunset
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William Mowell

William Mowell

West Palm Beach, FL
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