Polymid

A weekly poetry blog describing mostly Sundays. Written by James M. Frost

18 March 2014

Something in the

I suppose it's something in the wind
or maybe it's something in the rain
perhaps it's even something in the air
some say it's something in the sea

No matter the outcome
her money will always be on the mist
Posted by James M. Frost at 11:37
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