April Poem 28: NaPoWriMo

Tennyson’s poem states questions aren’t questions,

Only services.

Calling town the streetwise dupes.

The scrawlings of the bored exploited.

 

Walsh states its name.

Envisioned the deep,

The stone.

 

The poor workers

Having seen glimpses of the grains

Of barley and rye

Of the poor farmers.

 

One dollar girds the increase cooler below.

And at the door stanza

Behavior communicated beyond specialty and field.

The one stanza leaned power.

29 reverends of Camelot towered large caliber actions.

Though the road runs lowered to the camera,

He, the customers, include the name of the city.

 

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