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Poetry

Poetry

Karen 

   Just a little message here, to quell a green lined tide (and bend thine ear)

 Adding substance to a sprinkling of words, of questions unforsook

 To find the why between the lines of every blessed open book

 And say hello as shipwrecked sailors did, before Thoreau and little Sigmund with his Id

 Paper through a sea of unseen of hands; doth run its course, (though this, be much unlike the Trojan Horse)

 If thinking writing speaking thus might win thy time and earn thy trust

 I pray, wait not a fortnight from this day ‘fore you take up quill and ink to say

 That you will come and cross the happy threshold of my humble classroom home

by Justin Olmanson

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