Is All: a poem

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Beleaguered man,

Beleaguered sty,

 

Where shall you rest your head?

– in stead?

 

Grab your fleet

and grab your pail

 

death call upon your wail

~ your feet.

 

And when you cannot walk a step,

crawl another mile

 

For there to see ~

The man they call

his name, his name! …

 

Is All.

 

deanna

 

 

 

 

 

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