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Limburger Cheese Poetess
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Sometimes I feel like a hunk of Limburger cheese!
Poets pass my poetry as if it had the great aroma
of unwashed toes and knees.
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These poets are the ones who pretend to be my
PS friends?
But off in the distance, they live in Big Ego City,
just beyond the bend.
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They avoid better poets than I,and tis no surprise!
Prancing about the soup with guile and smiling disguise!
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So,it's a damaging, unkind game they play.
My peace...is knowing Karma is coming their way.
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January 3, 2020
11:45 pm PST
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Panagiota Romios
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