The Wild MonkeyA Poem by Brett HernanMost people usually only just do what is normal. Or, at least, what is normal to them. This is not an animal that sought to lick the spilled sugar from the sides of the road. It is, a, disregarded now, discarded, without realisation, former child's, stuffed, soft-toy, monkey doll. Run over, and soaked, in old grease and dirt. © 2017 Brett Hernan |
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Added on September 4, 2017 Last Updated on September 4, 2017 AuthorBrett HernanHobart, Tasmania, AustraliaAboutLow-resolution sample only. Born 1968. All of the images accompanying each of these written works are my own. (Except that one of the guy putting a flower into a soldier's rifle barrel!) more..Writing
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