*Lay this poet down
When the time arrives
In a field of fresh cut words
On a bed of softened rhyme
Feel free to cover me
From my head down to my feet
In a poetic form to keep me warm
Perhaps a blanket of allegory
Place a silken sonnet pillow
Underneath my weary head
In a field of fresh cut words
On top a rhyming bed*
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 8:06 AM UTC
*Lay this poet down
When the time arrives
In a field of fresh cut words
On a bed of softened rhyme
Feel free to cover me
From my head down to my feet
In a poetic form to keep me warm
Perhaps a blanket of allegory
Place a silken sonnet pillow
Underneath my weary head
In a field of fresh cut words
On top a rhyming bed*
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