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Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
Get me a dictionary.
Poetry
     Is sorcery to me
          Sometimes.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft. Making sense out of palindromes.
Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
Sadness cannot withstand
A godly array
     Of poetry
          Called Love.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft. Making sense out of palindromes.
Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
What a classic tragedy!
A small fragility
     Covered by fragilities.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft. Making sense out of palindromes.
Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
A lioness and a *****
Were kissing,
     Madly,
          Over me.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft. Making sense out of palindromes.
Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
I'm making sense
Out of palindromes.
     I am no better.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft. Making sense out of palindromes.
Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
We are too young,
Yet too old
     To be original.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft. Making sense out of palindromes.
Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
How many stars...
...are out there?

......

Exactly.
     We don't know.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft. Making sense out of palindromes.
Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
May death do us good,
Before and after
     Our immortality.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft. Making sense out of palindromes.
Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
An eighteen-wheeler truck
Smashing through a Jaguar XK8.
     How priceless...*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft. Making sense out of palindromes.
Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
Her championship kiss, too,
Will empty me, exclusively,
     To poverty.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft. Making sense out of palindromes.
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