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THE UN-POEM

 

This poem

is not really a poem

it may start out

looking like one

but looks can be deceiving

this poem

has no rhyme or reason

it is just a string of words

that fell out of my head

like snow on a sidewalk

the words may look pretty but

soon the poem will melt away

into your memory

and leave only the slush behind

eventually becoming

a puddle of poetry.

 

 

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◄ God Only Knows

E FOR EFFORT ►

Comments

d.knape

Wed 22nd Jul 2020 11:23

Wear galoshes when reading this un-poem.

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