Begone From Me
A
thorn you
are in my
side; contempt for
you I must struggle
to hide; my confidence
in you will not abide; you
confer with my foes like the in
and outgoing tide; though, I wish you
well as long as your distance becomes wide.
(P.S.--just in case 10 lines or under was intended, if not disregard the poem P.D.)
Copyright © Debra Mundine | Year Posted 2014
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