Postpone The Sword Poem by S.W. Clark

Postpone The Sword



He swizzled.
“That I have learned No More of that ghastly word.
And all this … this Being to fizzle.” Still…….stalled.
“Laud the contained trombone,
Applaud the dog and bone (the itch) .
And listen to my mouthy air… fair.
And Never, not in Ever, share this anywhere.”
He snipped.

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