I remember
rhythmic clanging
of steel pot helmets
against metal poles
under the musty canvas
of a crowded deuce and a half
fighting the pock marked
insolence
of untamed roads.
I remember
rhythmic clanging
of steel pot helmets
against metal poles
under the musty canvas
of a crowded deuce and a half
fighting the pock marked
insolence
of untamed roads.
Omg! Looks so young. Nice post
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A lifetime ago and so tough 🙂 I know it isn’t the same word of the day, but rhyme took me to rhythm. Thanks!
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