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| The following are fragments of writing, they aren't really quite poetry but I thought I'd include them here. | ||||||||||||||||||
| Your bed is lined with daffodils, But you only see the stems. |
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| When I died, They said, Put his ashes to sea. But when they looked, There was no ocean, And the only water, They had ever seen, Flowed as a blood red stream. |
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| I gave you my wallet and said, Look at my picture. Riffling through my change you said, You do not have enough. |
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| Poet's Guild | ||||||||||||||||||
| Back to Poem 46... | ||||||||||||||||||
| Forward to Poem 48... | ||||||||||||||||||