A-Hunting I Come May 28, 2016 ~ Frank Solanki The devil chews my soul, then Plays his drum Hides in his hole, when A-hunting I come Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailPrintRedditTumblrPinterestWhatsAppLinkedInPocketTelegramSkypeLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by Frank Solanki If you want to be a hero well just follow me View all posts by Frank Solanki
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! LikeLiked by 2 people Reply
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? LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Frank Solanki 
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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Thank you
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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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The devil is only as strong as I let him become
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I see.
I like this poem, too. 🙂
Please keep up your work!
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Thanks again for liking my work
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