my test in the wilderness Date: Friday, 3rd April 2015 @ 05:24:02 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: alicewhite You laugh at my windmill Sorry turbines my princess You cun? I call u I call em windmills Instead Would you' grab his ankle No I wouldn't I cried at the tennis court wilderness Five months of scorpion torture Wanting silver back Lead to losing my daughter N silver back for a new house instead This poem is Copyright © alicewhite Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=180917