Ides (Ever a Lie in July)A Poem by Desert KnaveOddness that came to me on the Ides of March
Just which Ides
Should be feared Is all too clear As there is Ever a lie In July And she holds Nothing dear Which is why She's the Ides To be feared Jim Lonsdale Poetry 2024
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Added on April 3, 2024 Last Updated on April 3, 2024 AuthorDesert KnavePhoenix, AZAboutI am in my mid-60's, a manic-depressive, seldom impressive, often recessive poet who loves the ocean, rain, the desert, and playing with rhyme. I am a native Arizonan, a Virgo, and a hair metal fan an.. more..Writing
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