A Knave's May-DayA Poem by Desert KnaveJust an oddity
I left the basket
There on her door Filled right to the brim With flowers galore But I left no note Left no note, once more As my Queen can't know ... For her I'm too poor Jim Lonsdale Poetry 2024
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1 Review Added on May 1, 2024 Last Updated on May 1, 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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