I was told to write a poem for you

I understand why, it’s a lovely gift

Provided it’s any good

But you think they’re all good

So you will enjoy the poem I wrote for you

I’m not being arrogant, not at all

My poems aren’t good or lovely

They’re just words that barely connect

No rhyme, no reason, no theme.

I still don’t know if I’m trying

If anyone will think it’s good

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I love, many things.

I love Mandarins,

And Pagolins,

And Emperors.

But what’s a Mandarin?

Just a duck you say?

Well you’re right

An Emperor's a penguin

And a Pagolin's a Pagolin

But to me it’s not just a duck 

It’s a Mandarin.

You don’t have to look to see all the world's Mandarins

They come and they leave with you just looking at them

Noticing nothing

I s...

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Even as my feet hit the ground 

Even as the movement takes me away

The thoughts still linger in my head - Is it true? Is there something I missed?

There’s always the turning and twisting as my mind rearranges words in my head, trying to find some link I missed

There isn’t but there are some small tinges of doubt

Those can be dealt with, those can be cured 

Not like the unknown, n...

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