KEEP ME POSTED
My poem, My poem,Where can it be.
Think I left it,
Under that tree.
Was it the one,
Wrote it in jest.
Where is it now,
Yet was it my best.
Maybe it was about.
No cannot remember,
Curse where can it be,
Minds frozen in embers.
My poem, My paper,
Crumbled up over the floor.
Jumbled up thoughts,
Running leaping as never before.
My poem, My poem,
Where does it lay?
Oh you silly old fool,
You've already posted
It on poetbay.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-02-28 at 00:12
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