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Whozit?

At every knock they panic “Who’s it?” be their eternal cry They scurry here And flurry there To hide the stock Of their filthy gains Under the bed, inside the roof Away–away, from piercing eyes. Achans of our time Their “Come in” Takes long in coming “Whozit? Whozit? Remains their incessant bleat For wealth gathered in great untruth Weighs down the bearer’s soul!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 11/16/2024 9:24:00 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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Date: 3/6/2016 6:19:00 AM
Edward , Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing, hope to see a new one from you again. LOVE LINDA
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Date: 1/7/2016 9:22:00 PM
EDWARD enjoyed reading your poem... HUGS **SKAT**
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