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surely you can replicate them
I wrote six poems in my car on my way to school
Put my phone on record, which is my general rule
It only picked up about half of what I said
I am irritated now, for these were the best in my head
Surely you can replicate them said a non-writer
He’s lucky that I have no weapons and am not a fighter.
His attitude irritated me all the way to Albany and back.
I lamented to my animals, Big Bone and Little Merry Mack.
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Caren Krutsinger
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