Late is late and
once late
there is nothing to be done about it –
nothing that can be undone;
there it is stuck out there all on it’s own LATE.
Copyright owned by The Silly-Savvy Salopian, January 2020
Silly Poem – Late is Late
Posted byThe Silly-Savvy SalopianPosted inSilly (Not Savvy) PoemsTags:author, concrete poem, fines for parents, Indie, lateness, poem, poet, savvy, silly, writer
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Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered. View more posts
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