MIDDAY! (inspierde by a work of Jamesbo Rockda)
Midday, twelve noon, morning gone - consigned to past historyThe afternoon - begins - what surprises lays in wait?
Will those surprises be - pleasant, good, happy ones?
Bring smiles, when memory recalls?
Midday, a time to look upon what could be yet to come
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2017-05-29 at 16:31
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