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Ars Poetica

by Lisa Marie Brodsky

Once an idea comes out of you
It dissipates into the world
Escapes your boundaries
Takes on peoplesÂ’ accents
And the remaining bit of vodka.
You will miss me oh so bad.
You will wish I hadnÂ’t left.
The gods have closed the door.

12/23/2005

Posted on 12/24/2005
Copyright © 2024 Lisa Marie Brodsky

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Posted by George Hoerner on 12/19/18 at 02:53 AM

The gods don't close the door WE DO!

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