Worn Thin Again
Worn Thin Again
Out each crow seemed to constantly thin,
And the next crowd even had done it again;
Felt out of place,
And fell on face;
After everybody had forgotten to blend in.
Jim Horn
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2017
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