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12/27/09: Freebie!

I forgot that yesterday was Saturday. Saturdays ’round these parts are free days, meaning that there is no set topic. So as penance, I present to you the wild card topic one day late.

Today’s classic poem.

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2 Poems

  1. Tristan says:

    The paper,
    indeed white as a sheet,
    is slid under the blade.

    A respectful pause
    . . .
    and the guillotine roars.

    The executioner, satiated,
    disposes of the corpse
    that was guilty
    of being the wrong size.

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  2. Russell says:

    “You pile up enough tomorrows, and you’ll find you are left with nothing but a lot of empty yesterdays.” – The Music Man

    I said I’d do it
    I said I’d try
    sometimes the day
    passes me by

    no day like tomorrow
    tomorrow is new
    I’ll paste myself
    to my tasks with glue

    tomorrow came
    It came and went
    how long will I wait
    for a day well spent

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