'He's A Spunk! ' Poem by james watkin

'He's A Spunk! '



Your angles of concern
Did ample to corner
Hide away looks.
Whilst unable to be
Through incontestable facts
Of notes an escapee;
Snuck in his books.

Wearied of what, each nerve
Did, too extreme excite
Streets fled; breath-flexed!
Regret's sigh-chased after!
When no more of school day's
Behind the scenes banter
To be so vexed!

Sunday, October 27, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: school days
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james watkin

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