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A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi. (In front of you, a precipice. Behind you, wolves.)

Friday, April 3, 2015


The poetic kind...:oI
Every April I join in the April Poetry month thing, so here goes Day the Third:

 Every Easter 'he' brings me Peeps
He stuffs them in by heaps and heaps
I'd rather throw them under Jeeps

Their sug'ry bodies make me bulge
If I but think I might indulge
I'd rather eat a pound of fulge.
© 2015 by H. Linn Murphy

If you want to know more about triplet poetry, try here.

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