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Dec 2012
I don't know what to write anymore,
This boring list, this loathsome chore.
Letters to words, and never sent
With no question what they meant.
No way now to see the trail
Of where those words went off to sail
Catch them now, or forever gone,
One more line for which I long.
The forever phrase stuck in my throat
Lies the poets flattened note.
I worry that the journey ends,
And then the muse, salvation sends.....
I've tried to title a poem this for YEARS. It finally happened, just now. You saw it here, first, folks.
Jon Martin
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Jon Martin  Wisconsin
(Wisconsin)   
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