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The Dregs

by @francie-lynch

The dregs are in The bottle; The crumbs are on The floor; I've nothing to Regurgitate; I'm an empty plate. So, I'll dip My bucket In Lake Muse, Drink its waters Til I ooze With metaphors And similies To read on Hello Poetry.
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