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About This Poem
Fried Pants
Written on May 17, 2012
Mr. Phiburn, a man who had tried
To live not by the sword, but all lies
No surprise where he went
For him, eternity was spent
Wearing pants that were
Very well fried.
Inspired by: “Liar, liar pants on fire”
Gail's Note: To those who have commented on my poetry within the past few weeks. Thank you, and I apologize for my non-responsiveness. I haven't been able to be as involved with the soup recently. I hope to become more involved again within the next few weeks or so.
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