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Sandwich poem (Poem #1)
Category: Writing and Poetry
On the eight of august I ate a sandwich A gust of wind blew it away Which blue skies fret not for my sandwiches Nay, my gyros or subs astray Lies I've been told, led awry Damned weatherman, said to the screen "No wind for the rest of the week" Yet on the fourth day, my sandwich no longer tethered to my hand Whisked away as the rest of the leaves Found it later on the farmland Lying so cold and a... » Continue Reading