Clyde A. Wray
Monday, March 9, 2009
Foul Winds
Through-out
all the unpleasantness
his open mouth
from which
fouls winds blew out
your calmness pervaded
staunch and rooted like a tree
you stood composed
unaided
Clyde A. Wray
March 9, 2009
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