The Unfinished Poem …
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Peter S. Quinn
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There are eternal ways to get lost
And every time they are as close,
You take your flight at any cost
In different poems or a prose;
And all these youthfully extravaganza
Will perhaps be there for a day,
They seem sometimes like a bonanza
Maybe because of one little ultra say.
But then time spends these words
And you'll return to them too,
And you'll see these were just flirts
You wish that you never did do...
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