Twelve Pennies Poem by John Shea

Twelve Pennies



knocked over the copper.
What a sorry crime to commit.
spent my life with a lovely woman
I am only human.
The copper crumbled with me
For I crumbled more slowly
than the pennies
on my desk.

Wednesday, June 22, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: sorry
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for my loves
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John Shea

John Shea

Cherry Point N.C.
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