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Jay Jul 2023
Why did we ever stop writing poetry
To zip by in empty prose?
Prosaic ain’t so!
Oh woes
to the verbose
who cannot communicate pasttheirtoes
glasses tinted money-green and rose
Averted eyes, upturned nose
failing to look
anyone in the eyes
or to the heavens
back on the horse
Jay Feb 2019
strewn candy wrappers
a heart-shaped box lies empty
unrequited love
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