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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, September 13, 2011

Poem 333: Triplets

Triplets standing in a row
each three, itself unique
For one is first, another last
the third is in between
Perhaps the first is glad to lead
the last to then conclude
But the middle one's the happiest
being hemmed in by the two

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