The Appeal Poem by Phineas Poe
The Appeal
Rating: ★5.0
Darling, make the most of me
for I fear I'm about to die-
the winds have ripped me ragged
and the words are running dry...
The morning's are so very nice,
the evenings not the same.
I think about so many things-
somehow, it gets me by.
For now.
Monday, October 7, 2013
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4/26/2024 3:33:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
this is a desperate appeal. the winds have ripped me ragged and the words are running dry. a good write