OutpostA Poem by Desert KnaveInspired by some old movie
No transmissions are coming through
I haven't heard from Station Two My food supplies are getting spare And I don't know what's left out there But I will never last a year This place is not a biosphere There is only silence on the air And frankly I am getting scared No transmissions are coming through ... If they're all gone what will I do Jim Lonsdale Poetry 2024
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Added on August 27, 2024 Last Updated on August 27, 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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