Friday, September 25, 2015

To The Manor Born

I've been a bit royal,
as if I had a leg to stand on
making pronouncements,
as if there should be
a crier announcing for me
my presence in the room,
in the poem,
in your life.
Damn! How do I dare
to act like I do?

‎February 5, ‎2011 5:00 PM

1 comment:

The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.

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