A Touch of Jaundice

Tickey tockey, wickey wocky.
Goad words into sullen rows,
Then shuffle them,
Like knuckled quarters.
Nowhere's where each effort goes.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-01-14 at 00:01

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
This one?s cadence and content made me smile, Larry!
2020-01-14