This fella wasn't a joke:
He could fight like a thrashing machine, and run like a hairy goat!
Then this day he met his maker: did a one eighty.
Never thought...
Can't remember..
What was once, a bleak September.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 28th, 2026 12:19
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Lovely!
A poem of change nicely written
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