the gift of wild
walker is the wild man
that terrifies me
when god doled out inhibition
he skipped walker
i find a hole when i see him coming
so isn't it a surprise
when he turns out to be puddy-tat
a little lambykin
a sheep in wolf's clothing
that glint in his eye
mirth
that rapacious smile
joy
he is a character out of milton
judged on appearance
a reputation more myth than truth
there is no denying it
he is a wild man, of the very best kind
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2020-10-29 at 15:55
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