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Truant Verse

Finding fault with a vagrant poem, its message left unclear Falling short, while aiming long, to harken every ear What’s left unsaid, an unmade bed, the sheets pulled down and bare The words still truant, their search goes on —whose message all to share (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

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