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Waldo Swarthy Poem
Crack!
Pop!
Skiddly doo bop de dop!
Those are the sounds of my wobbly knees
So tender, warm of flesh, and with joints stiff like dead bees
In their ungraceful way they come to a stop
Pop!
And then I'm dead
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Waldo Swarthy Poem
The smell
The feel
The taste
The sound
The sight
These are your five senses
Useful they are,
When getting a haircut
Copyright © Waldo Swarthy | Year Posted 2018
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Waldo Swarthy Poem
She was there, and then she was gone
He realized he was only a pawn
Copyright © Waldo Swarthy | Year Posted 2018
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