CUL-DE-SAC

The words in my head 

Were a poem I once said. 

It was put on a page 

With a sharp yellow pencil.

Something brilliant and tender

That I can’t quite remember

Because words cannot shout 

When they’re scribbled and lost

Yer a poet…. too bad yer cool poem just got tossed.

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