Jingle Bells JacksonA Poem by Alfred Kukitzbells are singingJingle Bell Jackson He donned his bells on the thanksgiving day way Jingle, jingle became his gait's middle name Rolling in grass, running the length He looked liked the old Jackson before Honey's scent I see in him the memory fade as one week passed since she went away. © 2016 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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