PacingA Poem by Vermuth
A thought occurred. What to do?
Made me restless, had to move Up the hallway - could it be? Down the hallway - possibly... Up and down fearing the worst Until the thought.. became a ghost Sitting back down, scratching my head Why did I worry? Well, now it's dead. © 2018 Vermuth |
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Added on June 25, 2018 Last Updated on June 25, 2018 |