First One For Fun
oh the poems that I've written
filled a book and then filled more
they're scattered on my table
some even on the floor
in folders, files and boxes
on shelves and in the closet
they're waiting to be organized
they're waiting for deposit
who knows where they might end up
where they'll all go from here
I just know there are stacks enough
to create a full career!
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