Poems on the topic: purse

Poems on the topic “purse” on Poets.by.

SadDave Bonta

Provision

He drank his business. I left him my poor housekeeping, my scar of purple, my purse—I promise— and my house all night.
CheerfulDave Bonta

Dreaming in Church

At sermon, I doze. I remember a large man of small mien who told me my convulsions gave great contentment to the Lord. I look over my accounts and find a sea in my purse.

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