daily poems sent to The White House by Thomas Crofts
Sunday, June 25, 2017
Poem 124: To one whom I may have frightened: DRAFT
How about this:
If I was staring at you
like a hungery bird
I am sorry
I didn't know what I was doing
and could not help it
you are such an exquisite freak monster of nature
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