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Daily Poem – Dawdle

Dawdle

 

Slim chance stutter habit, cruel miser squeezing juice from damaged spirit

A quick din for a loud part snack addict

Brisk undertone, seeps through thin political saviour

A ball tree roller; peace in park march murder

Green leaves left discarded distinctly to gather moss for nest egg builders

Crows high in the trees predict reasonable sun and shadows

Taking the door hinge higher to miss the carpet pile

Swinging on post wires, a soul barking straw trumpet re-valley

Glued together with goat’s spit

A venom of critics unforgiving logic

Charged with prejudice

Maligned expression; forgone essays that have lost a moments beauty

 

November 27th

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2014

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