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Category: Poetry

Made Up

Perhaps you file bySlip into a drawerand are never seen again. So much is said.Who listens after bed. As useless as a snore. That person…

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At a Crossing

At a crossing first thing to do.Count the boxcars.And when tiring of thatwonder what’s insideand where they came from.Now the sound. Clickety clack.Where are they…

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Wonder What

This is the last word on the subject.It’s my body. I can do what I wantas long as I hurt nobody.You’re a nobody yet.Rock dumb.Well…

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I’m Patriotic

You’re out of nowhereI kid you not.I’m into anywhereand you seem bot. Off go my jolliesI’m simply out of luck.My body full of folliesmy soul…

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Our Trip

You might not believe me but I am aware of my existence.Don’t be mad at what I called you.I’ve been wrong before.Prime Mover I adore…

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Licking a Cone

From rubble build a bubble.Squash and squeak without delay.What good can come from trouble.A circle’s on its way. Let it lie till worms squirm over.All…

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