Well lucky there

Well lucky there

A Poem by Donald Meikle

who is this red haired green eyed witch
invading all my dreams
to set my inner self a twitch
is nothing as it seems
as freckles rush to crowd in clefts
I know of truer lips I�ve kissed
and dare not touch else be bereft
whence came this wench
to cause this wrench
I swear my needs have been mistook
they sent me Lady Look

© 2008 Donald Meikle


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Donald Meikle
Donald Meikle

Halifax, MA



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Liverpool born,USNavy vet. Enjoying first marriage. three daughters, (two bathrooms) one until they left. (a tree that loves me) Poet thru geneology) Scot Irish. Living in New England more..

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