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A Single Blink: triolet
A moment’s span is very little time; a single blink and half of it is gone. Not long enough to make ambition’s climb, a moment’s span is very little time, which makes its wasting quite a solemn crime. On such … Continue reading
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The Letter: a triolet
The letter informed me I’d won an award For a poem of great style and merit; A copy, but “personally” signed by the board, The letter informed me I’d won an award. And if their symposium we could afford, Ten … Continue reading