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Jan 2017
How many of these old notebooks
have I thrown away?

How many times have I told myself
that I’m not worth putting down on
paper,

that hell,

I’m hardly worth putting down?

I keep picking them up,

99¢ at any good pharmacy.

$1.25 at an office supply store.

No matter where I get the pulp from,
it’s medicine.

Any time I doubt it,
pitching them
is fever.

Tylenol won’t work,
only ink.

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- JBClaywell
© P&ZPublications; 2017
First new poem of 2017
JB Claywell
Written by
JB Claywell  45/M/Missouri
(45/M/Missouri)   
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