Not much hope was there before you
Just a boy in a bedroom vacant place
Unsettled by wet-the-bed blanket trace
The dread of Sunday lamppost flare of
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A refined poetic imagination, Robert Creffield. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
Well expressed thoughts and feelings nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. An insightful work of art. Thanks for sharing, Robert.