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You can conjure up a smile
I freeze dry my tears
You can go back in time 
I skip forward a few years
You can raise the dead 
I hunted them with spears 
You can shock to life 
I might stand clear 
You can hit the brakes 
I go through the gears
You can break a leg
I excelled in the drear
You can be circumspect 
I prefer the linear 
You can hobble and hide
I keep enemies near
You can be conventional 
I changed to nuclear 
You can deplore my methods 
I see the pretext of fear
You can pen free verse 
I hold rhyme so dear
You can eulogise Poe
I whisper this to his ear
In the end nothing matters 
Poetry won, or so it appears

By
David Kavanagh

Copyright © | Year Posted 2022




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Date: 1/1/2022 5:47:00 AM
This is an interesting and somewhat imaginative type of monorhyme. I wish you a prosperous poetic new year.
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David Kavanagh
Date: 1/1/2022 6:40:00 AM
Heya Jenna, all about our differing penchants for the pen, I think what I’m saying is, write what you like, but it may not be a poem, happy new year, prosperous sounds good I like that, cheers David

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