High Castle

Mon, 11/05/2018 - 01:19 -- Jadeyn

Old wishy-washy well,

many secrets you love to tell.

I've whisper from you top

until I hear my aged coin drop.

Today is very strange,

I couldn't hear my change.

Mama always said,

wishing leaves you dead.

No money to waste,

No money to waste,

 

Old wishy-washy well,

you have an odd smell.

I lower my rope

as if you could give pope.

Today is very perplexed,

I've pulled up some checks. 

Mama always said wishing leaves you dead.

No money to waste,

No money to waste.

 

OLd wishy-washy well,

your secrets ill never tell.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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