For Your Choice N Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
a young professor doing research my grasp of truth was quick to form and i began my earnest search for a one-horned unicorn so i put on a yellow slicker and i went out in the storm but the weather got much thicker and i missed the unicorn it was like reaching for a rose and finding a cutting thorn i cried and blew my streaming nose and missed my unicorn then a cat in striped pajamas his outfit so elegantly worn said look in the Bahamas you'll find your unicorn i no longer care a fig and I'm no longer forlorn because i've seen a swimming pig i don't need a unicorn
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