The Next TimeA Poem by Hunter Mullis
He comes around from time to time,
Watching, never speaking. Looking out for me, messing with me. It keeps me on my toes, and keeps me watching for the next time that the man comes around.
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1 Review Added on December 13, 2018 Last Updated on December 13, 2018 AuthorHunter MullisChilliwack, BC, CanadaAboutI don’t come here as often as I used to, Maybe that’ll change. Who knows more..Writing
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