Wildlings
A wistful tautogram poem by EMG 3/22/23
Why would waterfalls wash 'way wars?
Why would waiting wake wistful words?
Why wouldn't westward wandering worry women?
Why wouldn't warmongers' wolds whisk 'way wild willings?
Woeful while waiting,
Weary while working,
Worthwhile when wishing,
Worthy when whittled, whispered words wail,
Wanting whipped wildlings while wind whistles.
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Emily Dickerson
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Nice❤️