The poem you are reading now
was stolen by a man of fewer words than this,
who made it all sound very grand
in many ways that I could not.
And so the audience ate the lines,
my own words dying in the wings
to be the poem you are reading now.
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a treasury piece, well done.
ReplyDeleteWelcome to our potluck week 10, a poetry award is assigned upon submission.
ReplyDeleteOld poems are welcome …hurry up, you have 11 hours to go before we are closed.
Hope to see you there. Cheers!
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