On the Mend
I will scribe some scribblings now and then
Like loose futile flailings from my pen
Should I slip jag tearing them, dear friend
Please then thread your quill and make 'em mend
Bite Size Poem Contest 8
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Copyright © Greg Gaul | Year Posted 2020
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