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4:15 pm 1/30/14

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4:15 PM 1/30/14

Thursday, January 30, 2014
5:36 PM

The afternoon shadows fall
eerily this time of day
I muttered to myself
something dark and unprecocious
What then would there be
to write about
I am not gifted with the art
of making others laugh-
neither with much of
an imagination
and I made myself laugh-
No one told me
I didn’t have to live
such a tragedy
although I have been told
once or twice that I’m a good writer
so what’s the difference?
I could have been
working on my process the whole time
instead of searching for the saddest word
to end a poem.
Predisposed.

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That poem suits the weather here.

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