The Swimmer
little I discerned of pious words-
and idle twitter
scarcely had I known what I would find
among the dregs
it's a bitter pill to swallow
when a victory is hollow...
it's all downhill from here me thought
as I touched upon the egg!
Copyright © Rob Metcalf | Year Posted 2010
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