Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Scribe’s Valentine

Lines come out of the air
With a distinct urgency
Like once at the grocery store
I had to write some down
Quickly on a cantaloupe
Or I’d forgotten them
By the time I reached the peas
They’re hard to please
Our masters never ceasing
To pour down on us their
Best efforts of which
I have made I think
Yet still they come
Only this paste and ink

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