Chase Scene
Running, fleeing, dodging-
How awfully am I shook!
A safe-house for my lodging
As I write a thousand books
For by my Self am being chased-
Ev'ry word to be erased!
Poems burned at ev'ry turn,
To never be replaced
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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