Wrinkled
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A wrinkled brow adorned his face
His whistle revealed his character's grace
As he walked behind an old worn mule
In the humid heat of that home rule
Memories now surface, why?
Childhood faded, gone, but I descry
Contest: Bite Size Poem #30
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Written:12-20-21
descry: catch sight of
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2021
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