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Apr 2013
Hungry?
:
She works at the diner

She is called
THE ANGEL IN WHITE
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I walk across the cliff overlooks the sea

In the distance
The great city

The city of fortune and mis-fortune

Am I fortunate or un-fortunate?

I don't know
And
I don't care
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I wrote some great poetry in my mind last night
As I was falling asleep

But they are now forgotten

I feel so sorry for you
But at least I got to hear them
One time
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I insisted that if my friends wanted to talk to me
That would have to speak in iambic pentameter

Thinking I would get some peace and quiet

But lo!
They all started speaking in iambic pentameter!

WHAT GREAT FRIENDS I GOT!
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The train speeds up
The train slows down

Eventually it gets to its destination

Which may, or may not,
Be your destination
Written by
jeffrey robin
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