Sunday, February 27, 2011

Found poem

White hands and a jutting chin,
and hair so dead and thin.
He’s gotta wide mouth,
and eyes so grey that they looked blind.
Delicate indentations,
at his temples.
Feathers top off his head,
Cheeks so thin close to hollowness.
Such is the appearance of Arthur!
His the one that arried Bob ewell,
and flung him to the ground!

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