Enthusiastic Soul
Connie Peters' poems in progress
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Poetic Asides shelter
The hut sat like a stout toad
It’s roof like a Victorian lampshade
It’s pole legs looked as if it would tire
of being landlocked and wade into the sea.
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