Subtle Time
time moves in subtle leaps an bounds,
an older still is this old hound,
i write the tripe that comes to me,
from some smartass, surreptously,
not necessarily me,
but i am the channel medium,
found, who writes it down,
4 thee....
thank you Lizzie Treetop's,
"mirror poem"
Don
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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