B8-Poem 3 My Dear
POEM 3 MY DEAR
MY DEAR YOU DONE SO MUCH
YOU SOOTHED MY ACHES WITH
JUST YOUR TOUCH.
YOU ARE ALWAYS EXTENDED
YOUR HELPING HAND HELPING
OUT WHEN EVER YOU CAN
AT TIME WHEN IT SEEMED I
WAS FILLED WITH HATE, YOU
ARE THE ONLY ON TO SEE ME
STRAIGHT.
MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS
AUTHOR
Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2016
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