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

Thursday, April 6, 2017

IF YOU WERE--National Poetry Month

This is an IF YOU WERE poem. To learn how to write one of these, go here. But first read these:

If you were a chopstick
All covered in noodles
I'd be the other 
Even if they ate poodles.

If you were a tent
That slept 35
I'd be the poles
That kept you up high
 © 2017 by H. Linn Murphy

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