UntitledA Poem by Wilyem ClarkI tried to persuade two mourning doves That our door-eave's not ideal for a nest, But they built one despite my sage advisement. I do hope the cleaning contractor people Don't notice the shambles of twigs and remove it; A shame should the effort amount to nil.
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Added on April 13, 2020 Last Updated on April 13, 2020 AuthorWilyem ClarkWashington, DCAboutI'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..Writing
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