This Young Poet
[Dedicated to the blocked Brits: Tom, Gary and
myself. May the mist soon clear for us all]
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I’m just a young poet from Blighty
l find I can no longer writey
Again and again
I’ve tried, but in vain
And so I prayed to the almighty
And then I heard bells being rung
And then there were songs being sung
The Lord came that night
And said you shall write
But stop making out that you’re young
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2023
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