Wilson

WILSON HAS PRETTY GOOD GIGM IF YOU ASK ME! I’M A LITTEE JEALOUS! 😀

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Wilson's not real. But he makes me feel. Something, Anything. Days go by. Months, they fly. Even the years, filled with tears. Before Wilson, all was lonely. Every day begins with him only. Out here far away, From civilization, cast away. Living on an island. Far from home. There's a lot of silence. Just like a palindrome. Everyday is the same. In sand, I write my name. I know Wilson's not real. But he makes me feel. Something. Anything. All around me. Surrounded by beauty. The bosom of nature's opulence. Yet I feel an intolerance. The civilized world envies me. Like a vacation, that too free. But Wilson is my real treasure. Intangible, yet beyond measure. Out here far away, From civilization, cast away. I know Wilson's not real. But he makes me feel. Something. Anything. I am aware. But I still stare. I talk to Wilson. As if he…

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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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