NakedNotes
by Joneve McCormick ©
Monday, November 28, 2011
crazy jane goes fishing
I was lonely and took him in
scoundrel though he was
I heard a whisper...
was I to pay
for all my sins?
we went fishing
caught 3 fish before he fled
blind night turning into day
Crazy Jane poem (Yeats)
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