Only An Alloy
Only An Alloy
My poems, people consider to be putrid
When all of our life appears to be illucid
Everyone around seems to be scattered
What's left is broken and all shattered.
People start to shiver and put on pair of socks
When time stops running will wind up clocks
And hope to have a wonderful surprise
On Mother's Day do receive a sweet surprise.
So now you should have much happiness
And point of all my poems never miss
Also while reading try to jump for joy
Even though not pure and only an alloy.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014
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