Friday, May 25, 2018

An Exercise In Futility Comments

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A howler when I purse my lips
Cutting off my nose to spite my face
When on purpose I beat my chest in cribs
Where restraint, respect and reflection erase the trace and brace
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John Sensele
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Bernard F. Asuncion 25 May 2018

John, such a great poem👍👍👍

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