No One HomeA Poem by Alfred KukitzDrooling at the DoorNo One Home Their was a junk in his approach to the doorway Slovenly manners drooling from a man made joule He knocked but no one answered The drool now up to his knees. © 2015 Alfred Kukitz |
StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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