The First Poem I Ever Erased
C Chuy Amante
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If writing comes from thought not flow
with a quick release I let it go
and quit.
But,
A spark, a muse, a few loose screws,
in flows the comedy of life!
It's just illusion a real fun fusion
of crazy love or strife
Grab a paper, sharpen the lead,
let it birth
and then go to bed.
it may just be the cooking of your wife
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