My roots are so deep
01/10/2023
My roots are so deep,That when I am gone,There will still be a memory of me.
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Free Verse Poetry
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My roots are so deep,That when I am gone,There will still be a memory of me.
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I found a conker today,
A deep rustic brown,
The sunlight was shining on it,
And my thoughts of Autumn are plenty.
It seems that a glass or two of red wine, is good for the poet in me
