Wet. Poem by Tom Allport

Wet.

My father
At fifty six
I imagine him
Hunched with bad teeth
At the Mill
Never slowing
Wet and blowing.

Thursday, March 7, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: father
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Anil Kumar Panda 07 March 2024

Loved it. Nicely penned. Thanks.

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