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This is a poem even if it isn’t structured like one. Hold your thoughts on it’s merits until it’s at least done. I guess I should have said ‘finished’ instead of done but hey; It’s not as if this is grade school and you’re Mr. O’Day. And by the way I never said I can rhyme like Poe; So get off my case with your snickering. What do you know? The end

Sometimes I just need to write something pointless and stupid to wake up my brain cells. I’m trying to work on a my first book of poetry, a stupid ambition if you ask my father. He likes to remind me that nobody reads poems, and people don’t spend money on books of poetry unless they come recommended by Oprah. He thinks my poems don’t make any sense and I’m wasting my time writing them because I’ll never make a living as a poet. When I was fifteen and asked him for his opinion on some of my poems do you know what he told me? “You’re certainly no Emily Dickinson.” Nice father isn’t he?

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