Poem by Doniell Cushman
He mines with a stick and
Crafts at the table He climbs the wooden ladder Up to a wooden pallet platform His dog is his Wolf, and incidentally Is named Wolfi Like he names every wolf mob Wolfy 1 Wolfy 2 Wolfy 3 He can't craft a sword Daddy made it, then he broke it And the shield was left out in the rain and snow It might have been tossed Visions of creepers Fighting off skeleton bowmen Looking for more resources But we can't get into the garage So he throws the dog's ball and slides down the side of the house © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. All rights reserved by Doniell Cushman.
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