Three Darts

by

These often fall on me

Like hail amidst thunder storm
It feels like Iam stung by honey bees

Yea, they are sent to cause harm
while I tread, where I must not tread

I see the tempter's net wide spread
I stoop down and pick three darts

To my amazement I see them all labeled
Two for my head and the third for my heart

They are all potent even when disabled
The darts read "From beelzebub to weak men"

Ranging from 'Mirror,Music and Maiden'.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Old Jack the poet
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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