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Hurricane County

by Chris Sorrenti



So you have no place to put your poetry

No words to fit the rhyme

There’s no toybox big enough for your imagination

No clock with a face round enough to paint your time


© 1977

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01/08/2005

Posted on 01/08/2005
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maureen Glaude on 01/08/05 at 09:24 PM

maybe try the tickle trunk? well done, Mo.

Posted by Ann Krischus on 01/09/05 at 02:01 PM

very playful.... i love when a poem can make it's points in a few words.

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 01/10/05 at 01:06 AM

"No words to fit the rhyme." Thats me....Charlie (Good one Chris)

Posted by JD Clay on 01/12/05 at 03:56 PM

No chair to sit and read! The littered countryside will never be the same. Nice tight verse, Chris. Pe4ce...

Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 01/12/05 at 05:44 PM

sounds like it is spilling over....

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