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Monday, October 31, 2016

Bad Poem #51

Good lines of verse are locked up in a vault

Once a year they are released for the poetry contest

Every writer get one

To be the last line of a poem

This year I've gotten one that I cannot hope to match

At least my poem will end well

After this pedestrian start

Summer grasses tickle bare feet at church picnics

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