The wild wind wiggle works
the old nails from their old over bored holes
of the old worn wood boards.
The loose boards must be re-nail bound
Before they are discovered free by a snoopy hound
For they will make their escape fast and for good
And terrier-ize out past into the neighborhood
Poetry Link: The Next Poem in My Blog
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