who wedg’d a wood chair
to block the lock’d closet door
I cannot get out
for the meet and greet
but you do have nice clothes
and pretty moth balls
I’ll make a window
somehow in the west wall
and see you sundown
who wedg’d a wood chair
to block the lock’d closet door
I cannot get out
for the meet and greet
but you do have nice clothes
and pretty moth balls
I’ll make a window
somehow in the west wall
and see you sundown
I appreciate your poem as a comment to my poemvery much. funmt t read it.
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Yes, Immanuell, it is yours…let me out, please
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I would if I could.
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Okay…I’ll work on the window
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