Posted in Simply Poetry
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“No man is an island,
entire of itself;
every man is a piece of the continent”
John Donne


On an
Deserted island
I got slammed

This is, my land
This is, where I make my stand
Here lays, my strand

If here, you try to land
Know that, you’ll be damned
By the wave, of my hand
You will be, hanged