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lost my poems moss clumps Alone in place Of memory dumps Simmering dung In dancing stench Pain wrench Unturned, no Bolt to latch No meaning to catch Lost poetry owe it to me To look But each nook And crany Nothing #smallpoems
Greg McVerry