Poor dear

by Dancing Rivers   Jul 26, 2015


I have a friend, poor dear,
who dons an acheing head i fear.
This tragedy extends throughout,
our group of poetic louts.
For without his head clear of pain,
his creative soul is driven away.

Dear friend, poor dear,
get better soon, you hear?

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  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Lol, Hazel - I hear, and ........I'm getting there.

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