The End?

One starry night, while I strode down the street,The earth began to rumble, and crack beneath my feet.I tried to run, but had no luck.I tried again; my feet were stuck.On the ground, in a pool; my sweat did accrue,Then, with complete clarity, heard a voice say,“Wake up son, it’s time for school.

The End?

Dempsey Wilson

Omak, United States

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This is a poem that I wrote 24 years ago, and figured it was time to share it

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