Girth

Girth. Don was born on this Earth, On an island at end of a firth, Near the warm end of their hearth. Since right from day of birth, He had an appreciable girth, There was absolutely no dearth Among his folks of joyful mirth, Leaving Don with no sense of worth. *** Dated 3/10/2022.

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Beata Agustin

Date: 9/25/2024 7:42:00 AM

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.