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Yes, as a student in school, we were assigned to write a haiku, a limerick, free style, etc. I complied each time, however, personally I am not a fan of poetry, and whatever I wrote all those decades ago are not anything I remember very well nor care to repeat.
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Smoke gets familiar
In her eyes
She doesn't like it but it's all right
Kind of grateful others do it for her
Too much noise
But it clears everything out
No point thinking
Especially about time
So don't
The phone will
Bastard looks like she's stealing for not drinking
Ringing
And cue
She just listens through it
When she's waiting like this she wants a hat
Wide brim
Mmmm
Wide
Thought this one would be a bit different
Felt that way
Now it's perfect that it's the same the whole day has been one
One mood one sea no real waves
Let herself float
The world
It comes together then
Balance in the wild
It's it's
Peace if she has it
She's twenty-two now
Maybe start a family
And send her children off like this too?
There's a beer can under that table
Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme, that’s merely a common misconception.
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