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Jul 06, 2005 11:34


Carry, hold forth severed ties,

display them before the counsel.

Note their once use, their utility,

removed from one’s vessel swift;

No need for surgical precision.

The wound punctured deep, past

the need for further invasion.

The counsel rests, the jury adjourned.

No need for further trite rhetoric, no more

Semi-clever metaphors in this poem, or in life.

For this is a bad poem, a wretched poem,

And its abrupt ending.
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