![]() UntitledA Poem by Wilyem Clark
You don't have to "know" me,
My words stand on their own; And if you misinterpret them? Too bad--the seeds are sown, And how they tend to sprout and spread, I cannot hope to manage, Nor can I choose my harvesters . . . A two-edged disadvantage. © 2018 Wilyem Clark |
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Added on December 21, 2018 Last Updated on December 21, 2018 Author![]() Wilyem ClarkWashington, DCAboutI've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..Writing
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