Humpty Dumpty
There seems to be no one
Around, to bring the glue
The crowd gathers to enjoy
The hanging, clapping to the
Music of creaking in the wind
And when the last piece fell
There was nothing more to tell
As the memory faded into the
Bright, blue distance.
Around, to bring the glue
The crowd gathers to enjoy
The hanging, clapping to the
Music of creaking in the wind
And when the last piece fell
There was nothing more to tell
As the memory faded into the
Bright, blue distance.
1 Comments:
Bravo!!!!! Now there is a poem!!!!
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