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Monosyllabic
My friend, I wish you not to think me rude
Or to have wronged you when I spoke so terse
Now I must be I fear, in your sight viewed
Odd at the best or cold if at the worst.
Some men I see can weave their speech with ease.
Yes, some it seems can speak with tongues so quick.
Like kites their words float light on but a breeze;
Lame fall my words, when spoke, more like a brick
And land to frame the walls that form my cell.
By trust will soon that jail of fear be razed.
In time if pressed you come to know me well
Choose then to ask; I'll talk to you for days
8.7.18
In addition to being an acrostic poem, it is also written with only monosyllabic words (because in addition to being a poet, I'm also a little bit crazy)
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Jesse Rowe
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