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Sep 2011
this is my
plan.
goal.
dream.
hope.

but it's not
a likely truth.
a certain happening.
a probable occurrence.
a 99.9% chance.

to write poetry
by every saturday night.
by the end of sevens.
by midnight sunday morn.
by calendar's separation anxiety.

this week it
seems i've nothing to compose,
seems i've naught to present.
seems i've everything to ponder.
seems i've everything to hunger.

perchance next week
it will rain.
it will shine.
it will prime.
it will rhyme.
Stacy Finnigan
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