Occupy Poetry

Thirteen

BY Ivo Skoric

The one not to call
The number hardly seen
In buildings tall

THIRTEEN
Is not small
No, not at all

Years passed
Came the Fall

Luck changed
And changed again

THIRTEEN
Times or more

And we got a little sore
Each other
Yet still we do not bore

From: 
Ivo

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