HE IS KINDER OF DAFT
The sensablue thing to do was to walk onEven pick up some speed
Turn a deafen ear , a blind eye
And never look back
He was proper daft , some say
He'd turn on his heels
Go , back , smiling
Saying what's wrong , cock or love
To ever was calling out , whimpering , silently
He liked , preferences , being daft
Smiling , going back woulds , being forwards looking , looking back
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2014-09-09 at 10:55
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