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They never showed up
to watch the king come down
and take his crown
for it was false.
It sat upon a head so bald
his mouth wide in a clown’s smile
rivulets of black mascara
tracking down his cheeks.
One group crowded to the front
making it seem larger
for thin it was.
No one wanted him
no one……
but the fools
who capered and pranced
while the king did dance
and an effigy burned in the park.
Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen
A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments.
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I can almost picture it. Great job!
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Thank you. ❤
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You’re very welcome. ❤️
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👍👌💞
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Thank you ☺
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Short but something to reflect on. Nice!
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Thank you. 🙂
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That’s really great of how you used thin in this. Great poem 👌
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Thank you. ☺
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You’re Welcome 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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