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sauntering
Sauntering
How does one go about writing
a lovely poem, one that does not have lines
like comparing her eyes to a crying
Morning rose alone all night in the garden
I like olives, not the plant that is, rather
boring, but it's fruit, in a jar with the pips
taken out and free of bother, going through
pages finding a word that fits with olive
I wrote a poem themed on Oedipus,
But the site that prides itself on publishing
Everything, you can find the poem unless
You are prepared to look to dawn.
Let me say something trite: I'm happy
to have a roof over my head, but if the
The roof is not yours, one has to side with
those in power of the day.
Copyright ©
Jan Hansen
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