Minute, a poem by Michael McFarland

I never knew the life that was in it

When first taught about a minute

Over the years; I’ve appreciated them every one

Comes now the Corvid with silent death …

How many minutes do we have left … ?

Stay Home!


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 I am a lover of words, and since the deafness came to lodge with me, that appreciation has grown.

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