Poem Number Twenty-One Hundred
Poem Number Twenty-One Hundred
A true man of rhyme born and bred
Started quite late
Guess it was fate
Eventually my fire needed to be fed
© Jack Ellison 2015
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015
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