A-Hunting I Come

The devil chews my soul, then
Plays his drum
Hides in his hole, when
A-hunting I come

Published by Frank Solanki

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V. Ananya says:

May 31, 2016 at 2:12 pm

Please, can you explain this piece to me? I am not clear… Is the devil scared of the person approaching it? Who is it supposed to represent?

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1. Frank Solanki says:
  
  May 31, 2016 at 5:02 pm
  
  The devil is only as strong as I let him become
  
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  1. V. Ananya says:
    
    June 1, 2016 at 12:59 pm
    
    I see.
    I like this poem, too. 🙂
    Please keep up your work!
    
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    1. Frank Solanki says:
      
      June 1, 2016 at 1:00 pm
      
      Thanks again for liking my work
      
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http://myrapawleys@wordpress.com says:

June 2, 2016 at 10:16 pm

I also like this piece. The devil is on a leash! I believe we have the ability to let him in or keep him out-your poem says it perfectly!
Thanks-Nice!

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1. Frank Solanki says:
  
  June 3, 2016 at 12:23 am
  
  Thank you
  
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