The Lost Poem

Wrote a poem, fair and true,
Meant to send it straight to you.
. . . . .
But late last night, I crashed a party.
Left it there, and now I'm sorry.
. . . . .
Now, you'll never get to hear it.
Now, its words can't move your spirit.
. . . . .
(Your soul's a portal, mind's a door hinge).
I even had a rhyme for "orange."
. . . . .
You can doubt me, I don't mind it.
I'll prove you wrong if / when I find it!
. . . . .


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© 2009 Jubal Faircloth