Last Poem

I wrote a little poem.
I was so very proud.
I put it in my wallet.
If I was in a crowd,
I’d read it at the drop
Of anybody’s hat.
Folks began to dodge me.
I didn’t care for that.

Writer’s Journal ~ page 63 ~ March/April 2010

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