Jay Porter Biography

I
The door was open
Impossibly large crowd, loud
The door was closed, still
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You want a poem? Here is a lousy limerick from me.
Loosely stitched together in a minute, maybe three.
Truth be told I think my loose, lame, and lousy limerick is pretty neat.
I dare you to say that five times fast, that'd be an incredible feat.
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I used too do a lot of things. I was extremely athletic, whether it was running, swimming, or even lifting heavy things. That changed when three weeks ago I broke my leg. It changed even more as I fell, when pain raced up my leg. Feeling a bite and nursing a wound has left me vulnerable. Fear not, I shall recover.

From bones to thin glass
Containing a soul of steel
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I
Tat, tat, tat, down the alleyway.
Soaring marbles, having fun.
Gone, gone, gone, are the days we play.
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I
Soon I'll be free
From the plastic and misery
Soon I will run
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