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A Poem by Wilyem Clark

I 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.

© 2020 Wilyem Clark


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Added on April 13, 2020
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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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