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A book of vignettes, I think, is sent
too late for regrets, some of the writing has been
denied by several poetry sites
because they are rude and vulgar but right.
Not being famous I have to pay for the printing.
Like my other books, it will not sell
a single copy but wash around the internet
like pebbles on the beach, the murmur is not
sorrow but the sigh of resignation.
I have not always been like this there was a time
when I was full of romantic poetry 
sent them to small magazines, before they were
eaten by the internet, and sometimes 
I had a poem or two published, and it is no longer
this way, that´s OK I like writing.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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