poems come from everywhere
in color and black and white
they never seem to care
if they are exactly right
they linger in laughter
join hands and kiss
when questions occur
its hit or miss
poets are clever
poets are smart
perfect endeavors
from the start
royal mounties
poets so dear
their joyful bounties
gone with no tear
Monday, October 11, 2010
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