Wooden BenchA Poem by dexlinx
Lonely wooden bench
no use you get. so what then your purpose in this country yard? To keep the tree company under which you patiently sit? or perhaps a place for the bees to rest. your wooden arms for the breeze to caress? something for the sun to wear fading you with it's long summer stare.
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