There lived a young lad called Mark. Who lived by himself, under a bridge in the Park. By day he would wander around, alone. He was lost and lonely with no place to call his own. Mark, though, had a magic trick. He could play a good tune with a couple of old cans and […]
via Read Poem: The Tale of Mark, by Jacqueline Mead — POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.
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