Are we there yet?A Poem by Donald Meiklean oldie dredged up
To wondrous ways of tell
In words of double meaning The tilt of sliding hell That sets my heart to keening Finding words to fit the pace a walking trot or flat out race To put the reader in a place That's strange and yet familiar then turn a phrase to lead him on In ever growing eager Tis then I'll know that I've gone on To be a major leaguer © 2009 Donald MeikleReviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 25, 2009 AuthorDonald MeikleHalifax, MAAboutLiverpool born,USNavy vet. Enjoying first marriage. three daughters, (two bathrooms) one until they left. (a tree that loves me) Poet thru geneology) Scot Irish. Living in New England more..Writing
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