Tuesday, April 03, 2007

NaPoWriMo 04.01.07

"I can't live in a world
where everything's broken
on the phrase," the poet shouted,

and went swinging out into the white page on a long line.

He landed softly on a rhyming couplet.
He's lucky; he says "don't I know it!"

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