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Granola Afternoon
Pen then, I beg thee,of meatloaf.
Perchance.....or butterflies wings?
Meaning or depth, has little honoring!!
Be a fool and pen of things of today?
The poet-butterflies, all fly swiftly way.
To write of-gremlins at the supermarket?
Life has no meaning, don’t you get it?
It’s supposed to be all a big laugh for misfits!
No, I don’t get it and I never will.
Just want a bowl of granola and humility
To taste it’s grand sweetness under the Oak tree.
In my big sun hat, taking a summer slumber
. 6/19/2021
(This is my own style of poetry)
Poetry by Pangie
Copyright ©
Panagiota Romios
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