NOT QUITE DESPERATION
Pen in hand
Pen in hand
But no ideas
To spare rib him.
PARK KEEPER
They think
He's strange
Because he
Blows his nose
On flowers.
COPY
Proofreading
Her silk stockings:
He slowly removes
Several letters
From the alphabet.
A. LEE FIRTH: An archive of my published poetry.
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