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Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Cliches and replays


I pen my thoughts

 And I pause to ponder

What I envision as poetry

Is a transcript of maunder



Clichés abound in volumes

Unspoken remain few

And, of banal verbiage

There are certainly a slew



There seems to run

A constant theme

If I were to start a clique

I’d call it a meme



If connected by words

My life would seem bleak

Figments it is after all

Into imagination, a peek

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