Horrendo the headache
hides out by my brain.
He hits with his hammers
and fills me with pain.
His pounding resounding
has sent me to bed,
but I know by morning
that he will be dead.
Author: Samuel Kent
I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet.
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