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John Smith's Flight To Nowhere
Nobody said
it was time for him to go,
or, anything of the kind.
He sort of felt,
he sort of knew that he had to...
This new cumbersome weight
was pressing down on his guts
because, John Smith
- since who knows when -
had, really, nowhere to go...
it was time for him to go,
or, anything of the kind.
He sort of felt,
he sort of knew that he had to...
This new cumbersome weight
was pressing down on his guts
because, John Smith
- since who knows when -
had, really, nowhere to go...
Published 11th Sep 2018
| Edited 8th May 2022
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11th Sep 2018 9:27pm
Such a melancholy poem. I appreciate the brevity, and sincerity, of this piece. Well done.
12th Sep 2018 3:28pm
11th Sep 2018 9:57pm
12th Sep 2018 3:29pm
John smith has had his share of misfortune...
life has not been kind...
I'm glad to see him back for another try...
perhaps he will be... this time...
more successful in his choices...
now that he has had time to ponder... and wonder...
You have wakened my curiosity, Takis... Ely
life has not been kind...
I'm glad to see him back for another try...
perhaps he will be... this time...
more successful in his choices...
now that he has had time to ponder... and wonder...
You have wakened my curiosity, Takis... Ely
12th Sep 2018 3:30pm
12th Sep 2018 3:49pm
