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DEADZONEUsed to love coming on poetry site Chilling things in dead of night Poets writing from way off shores Not the to him or her that bores But where have the real poets gone? Died and buried neath a blue green lawn The poets I read have all disappeared Instead those of lovelorn pain appears At that they write for self edification For in their words critique has taken vacation So now on these pages I find a dead zone Writing to a lover why not pick up a phone? Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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