NO HIDING PLACE
No place to goo and hide ,No wall to protect your back ,
Knifes out to stab in the back ,
Sniping , a hit with every shot ,
A pellet is small , damaged coursed ,
The spillage little , but grows like a tap ,
That drips constantly
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Poet
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2010-03-26 at 08:00
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