The weather
Is bitter
And drear.
Men kill for pleasure
And things that glitter.
My dog sleeps near.
A simple, kindly soul
With no desire
For the cold
Fire of gold.
The weather
Is bitter
And drear.
Men kill for pleasure
And things that glitter.
My dog sleeps near.
A simple, kindly soul
With no desire
For the cold
Fire of gold.
Quite charming, Kevin. Best wishes. Lamittan.
Thank you, Lamittan. I’m glad you like my poem. All the best. Kevin
Feel most welcome.
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Thank you for sharing, Michael. Best wishes. Kevin
The truth! xx Michael
Thank you, Michael. I’m pleased you appreciate my poem. Best wishes. Kevin