A Shropshire Lad

From Aberdeen to Zoar,
I traveled in a day,
and now I’m stuck in Oswestry
with nothing left to say.

I’ve written my last poem
with the biggest word I know.
It only has one letter
and begins and ends in O.

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Reblogged this on Another Way of Saying and commented:

The spring has run dry … I guess you all know that feeling!

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