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May 2015
It’s three o’clock
A terminal stop
Cause the rhyming Words
Have gone away

It’s a mighty fine time
Between four and five
Where children flip
And fly away cause the alliterations
Have gone today

It’s twelve a.m.
I’m not asleep
Just cutting and weaving
Words
Into a simple structure
But I miss the poetry
Of it all
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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