"Its Good To Be Neighbourly"

Poem By james watkin

She says it, if not completely
Shook out of composure
As one who sulks, needs to take
Her dose of medicine.
Or what alike prescribed benign
Bland for a sprout endure.

That what serves a mutual interest
Should not be pushed away.
As what signals, with outstretched hands
A help to fall back on.
She, hedged in for introversion.
Faintest bird sounds relay.

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