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Epigrammatic Poems

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On The ‘High’ Way’s

 

Fender bender on the ‘high ‘ way

We call in the kindly cops

Nothing’s amputated than our pride

 

Making ‘em Rhyme

 

I ponder deeply on the epigrammatic poem

Alas, they don’t blasted rhyme

If I make ‘em, would it be a darned crime?

 

Truism Haiku

 

Terror goes often disguised as pride

And mirrors never display our true face

So horrors are born from deep within

 

Romance Digital

 

There’s a breach betwixt the ciphers and ones

And I fill them with healing love

Then stop to learn if the realm virtual is exclusive

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