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Forbidden Fruit
To think that I could set a spell
and have a little chat,
that out might pop a sweet rondel
like rabbits from a hat
whose origins no bard could tell -
can you imagine that?
But what might mystify me more:
to call that work my own.
Would you not have to silence shame
or are such thoughts unknown?
The tech is cool, that much is true;
sometimes my mind is blown,
but characters are often lost
once typed into a phone.
Copyright ©
Jeff Kyser
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