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“poems
open doors;
that don’t
even exist.”
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― Basith
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Elfje:
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locked
can’t open
no one answers
don’t have the ley
exasperation
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Haiku:
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nature has no doors
Her world is magical
secrets man can’t find
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Poem:
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black, beady, shifty eyes
squinting slants of trouble
the hate he could not disguise
his laugh an evil chuckle
no one calls him friend
his manners are deplorable
everyone he tries to offend
the damage he does is horrible
some crafts try to make him adorable
they say for food he can be trained
his being is an existance allegorical
an exercise in frustration for the harebrained
the pest, the nuisance, the creature dogmatic
what to do about the squirrel in the attic
ME and the Boss
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