Duck Down

Posted on October 1, 2023 by Rex Tyler

I once was warm
My feathers were
Mine divine my Dears
Do you concur
Down a substance
Ripped and torn
I do wish I had not been born
It hurt so much
Him out of touch
I think of him with scorn
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About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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