R I P
I’m sorry Mr. Johnson
The tumor is malignant
There is nothing I can do
In fear I Awoke
Time to go to the Doctor’s
Kenny is Always on time
“I’ll wait for You in the car”
I fear, leaving Home
Your very Quiet Today
This is just a check up, Right?
Chef, it’s just a check up, Right??
I fear the Future
Inspired By the Contest : “ Crystal Ball “
Sponsored by the “Sweetheart of POETRYSOUP” (and Me)
Linda-Marie
By HGarvey Daniel Esquire
Copyright © Hgarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2011
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