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Leaving The Gate Open

By Earl W. PearlPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

There’s a man in his bed counting sheep

But it hasn’t been helping him sleep

Would it be credible

Eating an edible

Now he slumbers with nary a peep

humor

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Earl W. Pearl

I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) since about 2014 and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.

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Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago
Hahahahahaha this was awesomeeee!

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