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An Internal Mono-rhyme poem The old man’s dock, on a cold Scottish loch,when the cock crows, he stands in a warm frock,Taking stock of life’s secrets to unlock.He stands firm to mock, death’s calling tick tock.Hard as a rock, he leans against the shock,as waves of fear knock, upon his old crock. Bio: Chris BuntonContinue reading “The Old Man’s Dock”