Henry John Logan Mc Eyre

Henry John Logan Mc Eyre

A Poem by Glen Fitch




    Henry John Logan Mc Eyre

    His uncle was ill.   He was heir.

            Weak heart.  Bad flight.

            That very same night,

    Mc Eyre, sole heir, mid-air, died ere.


 

© 2008 Glen Fitch


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Ah! So very clever! I quite like this. It is a very simple little piece, but certainly has impact.

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 Added on February 5, 2008

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Glen Fitch
Glen Fitch

Monterey, CA



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