Saw DustA Poem by JRHere I sit with this house and we rot like termites eat timber each day a little softer each day thinner at the edges, at the places we will break like this old house will I one day fall into saw dust. © 2020 JR |
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1 Review Added on July 5, 2020 Last Updated on July 5, 2020 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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