Matchless
Sometimes it seems,There has to be a catch
Like all one does is watch
As time goes down the hatch
Substance of dreams
An intangible match
Wavers in the mental winding
Wonders who the store is minding
'Til someone lifts the latch...
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers

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Written on 2013-11-05 at 00:39




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