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The Great Senser
by Philip F De Pinto
Who are you?
Oh, nobody special.
I just sense things.
What things?
Oh, just things
Can you be more specific?
Like I can sense
Your thing.
You can?
But I don't have a thing.
I know.
I gathered as much, through my senses,
And so I am forking over twenty bucks
To tide you over.
But if you do that,
You will be forking over
All you own in the world.
I know
And I was hoping
You'd sense that.
And say, hey, Mr. Great Senser,
Why don't you just grace me with a sawbuck, instead of the twenty,
This way we will both have a thing
For some other Great Senser
To sense.
Oh, that makes sense.
And so it does, and perfectly so.
I gathered as much.
01/18/2013 Posted on 01/18/2013
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/18/13 at 01:24 PM Share and share alike I always say. What ever else are we here for but to share the heart, the soul, the time and anthing else that may be available. |
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