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not quite beat
the wind might knock me over,
or someone on the street;
I preferred not to go out,
but hell you’ve got to eat,
so here’s me, on my own too (two) wobbly feet
Published 13th May 2024
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13th May 2024 00:31am
I feel like this piece embodies my mum. She's getting older and not so steady on her feet anymore.
13th May 2024 1:17am
Paul, I love your poems. I seldom comment but almost always hit the like button.
Because, so often, you nail it in just a few quick sentances.
Because, so often, you nail it in just a few quick sentances.
13th May 2024 1:21am
