Unfinished Mourning Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

Unfinished Mourning



If you thought
I was foolin', babe.
you were very wrong,

Some musiic's playin'
really soft.
You're in every song,

You're not aware
what's goin' on,
nor, in truth, do I.

But I'll always
tell you, babe,
my loves's in every sigh.




Waf

Saturday, March 2, 2019
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Sally Plumb Plumb

Sally Plumb Plumb

Haverhill Suffolk England
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