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Poetry I Am
by Philip F De Pinto
Poetry I am
Not the kind you slam
But the sort which have
Much softer landings in mind
Such as petal
Striving for nothing
Less but to confess
The sigh with which I'm possessed
And to admit it's good
To have at least one shy
Bone in your body
When the ballsy ones
Not being retiring types
Or prodigals to return
Leave you dry and high
To burn your kite alone
01/01/2015 Posted on 01/01/2015
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