Just a novice poet
With all the good things it boast of
And the abundant bread loaf
Stinks it of underhand
Preying on someone else’s hand
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That path is a slippery path.
Spirogyra carpets the path.
Spikes Ain’t on the path
Nor bumps on the path.
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Hearts are muscles
With horns like Rams
When one breaks
Hatred surfaces
The hearts
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The fish and chips is one of a reminder
It's one of the things I will forever remember
To eat and write over it, is much of a wonder
And reminds me of when I was a teenager
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