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d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #44
De is getting a “kick” out of writing a Quadrille today
Here is my #2
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Stray Poem
this poem has been kicked
to the curb
locked out of
the house
shut down
dumped
its been rained on
stepped on
flung into a tree
covered with snow
abandoned like
a stray
until my heart
opened a window
and beckoned it
to return
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #44
De is getting a “kick” out of writing a Quadrille today
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Pricking of My Thumbs
it was a sharp kick(le)
in my pumped up ventricle
to discover you were fickle
it left me feeling sick(el)
and now I’m in a pickle
I’m left without a nickel
my thumbs begin to prickle
mixing up some chicle
turn you into pumpernickel
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How silly!
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