I'm a Humble Poem
I sit high on your bookshelf,
but you can't say I speak for myself.
I'm so bashful and so humble,
all I ever do is mumble.
Other poems reach for the sky.
I look at the ground and sigh,
forever alone, unread and lost
between E. A. Poe and Robert Frost.
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