Inge Hoppe-Grabinger

chilled to the bone



A poet who was keen on a throne
made a fool of himself, quite alone,
he heaped everyday
some laurels astray
on his head that was chilled to the bone.

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 11/23/2015.

 
 

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