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Poem 1: A Beginning

I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Poem 319: The Life of One

A lonely number is a 1
it's sharp and flat and thin
it's straight and narrow as a stick
it's skinny like a pin
But lonely ones match up quite well
with any other few 
for a few more added on gives One
a group to belong to

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