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That's How It Is

I think I’m a poet Don’t care if you do Won’t write about Robins Fragile petal flowers Undercover moons. I think Look up Write it down In my room. What it means I don’t know, Ideas Come and go. Eventually Out of the blue This poem Might be for you. This is true That’s my way Sometimes I Have nothing to say But If I’m lucky And you’re in town You’ll be reading This today.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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