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Wednesday
Dec182013

Arrogant

The pith and quip of common verse,
as spoken by the common man.
Can turn an ear, and leave me terse.
Sublime expressions not reversed,
will not still my heavy hand.


I recognize my own descent,
in looking back, resolve.
But, can not manage to repent,
or recall riches spent,
on faults I will not solve.

 

playing with chinquapin abaab poetry form 

 

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