Digital Clock
The digits of the clock
Spell out her date of birth:
One of the noblest souls
On this great wounded earth.
Before her numerals
I bow a reverent head
And wish that I could kiss
Each vestige of her tread.
Poetry by Uncle Meridian
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Written on 2021-10-18 at 02:32
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