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The Poet
Sometimes there are unfinished
poems that sit on a desk,
gathering dust.
Patiently- the unfinished poems wait
while the old poet smiles,
and mutters to himself in the cold, empty house
poems that sit on a desk,
gathering dust.
Patiently- the unfinished poems wait
while the old poet smiles,
and mutters to himself in the cold, empty house
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