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March, out Like a Lion
by Chris Sorrenti
I can’t promise you
A new poem
Will come of this
Never have been able to
But just as the pull
Of that number
On that special day
Magic happens
The spell is renewed
And as sure
As the thunderstorm
Building outside
The eighth is coming
Just like before
The eighth is coming
Can’t say you weren’t warned
© 2022
254 hits as of January 2025
03/31/2022 Posted on 03/31/2022
Copyright © 2025 Chris Sorrenti
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