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My head fell off in the blinding wind,
And rolled on down a hill.
I haven't seen it since that day,
And I doubt I ever will.
Perhaps it's moved on to greater things,
Where roses grow and bloom and such.
And though it's left an empty void,
I don't miss it all that much.
Copyright © MMVI Richard D. Remler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem