V for Venacular



I flung my soul into the wind,
As fast and fast as it could spin;
I let it go so it could fly
Into the clouds, up to the sky,
With turtle doves and gaggling geese,
And wedge of ducks, all signing peace,
But when I finally called it back,
Instead of thank you, it went quack!

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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