“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label plum poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label plum poem. Show all posts
Saturday, March 19, 2016
Prescription: Just two a day
Ever since doctor
Williams stole a cold plum- (yum!)
I take more than one.
Image By Nishimura Goun (1877 - 1938) (Japanese) (Painter, Details of artist on Google Art Project) [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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