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

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Quinzain Quaziness--National Poetry Month

I'm doing quinzains today. If you want to know what these wacky things are, go  here. This is my take:

The world's getting crazier.
How can that be true?
I don't know.

Guys drive like freaks in this town.
Where is a dang cop when
You need one?

Dog usually likes beans
Why doesn't he like
Fresh green beans?

© 2017 by H. Linn Murphy

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