Poor Packers of the Stoney Pond

by parker-c-penne
  • March 14, 2007
  • Poetry
  • Other

Frivolous of me to say,
Poor packers of the stoney pond.

That lightened whispers will some day,
Free you of your acidic bond.

Please walk lightly while you may,
French strudle of the meagre, conned.

I'll tell then again someday,
Of stories, legends, true and fond.

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