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A Poem by Wilyem Clark

You don't have to "know" me,
My words stand on their own;
And if you misinterpret them?
Too bad--the seeds are sown,
And how they tend to sprout and spread,
I cannot hope to manage,
Nor can I choose my harvesters . . .
A two-edged disadvantage.

© 2018 Wilyem Clark


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Added on December 21, 2018
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Wilyem Clark
Wilyem Clark

Washington, DC



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I've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..

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