17 January 07 - 14:27Henry Munday-jodie

This is Henry Munday he lived in Victorian times.
This is a poem about him.
I am Autumn, cold and raining.
I am an old cottage, lonely and falling.
I am porridge, sticky and horrible.
I am rags, torn and patchy
I am the flu, coughing and spreading.
I am being whipped and punished.
I am Henry Munday, lonely and cold.
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