Like a Medieval Furniture

Like a medieval Of local forest woods In raining dripping days Melted by sunshine rays In Sunny shinny phases My wooden reading table Has sailed through ages My gray grandpa gave it his My papa saved it me My wooden reading table Will yet another phase 2nd place BRIAN'S CHOICE M,any form,any theme 5/19/2020
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Agustin Avatar
May 19, 2020 at 7:21 AM
Thanks for sharing this... I'm delighted with your "My wooden reading table Bears many tribal marks Tattooed by bleeding pens Suffers facially disgust Suffocated by poetic writes Resuscitating my frozen pen." God bless you.
Idudje Avatar
May 19, 2020 at 10:17 AM
Amen!!! Thanks For your kind Words
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