“No need to worry. You look good. You’re healthier than most I’ve seen.” His diet’s simple, conscience clean - Except when doing what what he would Instead of what he knew he should. Some end will come. Although he'd pay, No doctor then could make him stay. Perhaps today the ground will tip. On what’s unknown, his feet shall slip And then, like dust, he'd blow away.
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge where the rhyme word is “tip” which should appear in a D line where the rhyme scheme is ABBAACCDDC.


This poem is very interesting, Frank, especially the last line.
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Thank you, Robbie!
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Excellent!
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Thank you, Magarisa!
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I do like this Frank 💜
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Thank you, Willow!
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I so enjoy your Décima
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Wow, excellent job with the form!
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Thank you!
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You’re most welcome!
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It Was like That Moment Before Katrina
Burned Her Hand on a BBQ Pan Having
A Seizure the Neurologist Saw her As Never
Aging And ‘Perfectly Healthy And Beautiful’
Since He Never Saw Her
Go to Living
Hell for
Some Moments
In This Life He Insisted
There Must be Nothing Really
Wrong With Her Even Though
The Test Proved the Seizures were real…
He Basically Said Get A Job Your Spoiled
i am so
Glad
i wasn’t
there when
He said that..
True i am also
Capable of Being the Devil too….
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Best wishes to both of you. Thank you, Fred!
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All
Of
Y’all too😁
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