THE GRASS WERE GREEN
Onece the grass wer green
Now the grass is brown
Tinder box brown
A thortles discarstead cigaret
Thiss eveaning could set old
Ramasgate on fire!
Or maybe a brocken bottle - midday tomorrow!
Ken D. Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith Ov Thanet
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2022-07-21 at 23:33
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