We. Poem by Michael Gale

We.

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We wed...
We said.
We dread...
We read.

We fled...
We ate our bread.
We prayed...
We sped.

We crashed...
We dead!
Ouch! ...
That hurt.

For cert! ...
For sure!
We concur.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

And when they were fed They went to their stead An' they all went to bed TENtatively, as they 'd also been drinking...and went to sleep in the wrong house! Good Stuff, Sir Michael Jeffrey! FjR

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Michael Gale

Michael Gale

Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.
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