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Poem on a BAD Day
My pencil's gone!
Don't you dare call it
Only
A pencil,
It was so much more.
It was my portal to
Poetry Land,
My sketch box for
Eternal Eyes,
Given to me by an older friend,
It was my Declaration of Me--
Free from the accusations
Of Stupidity
That my father had heaped on me
For being so stupid as to lose
A pencil.
What a Rotten Day:
I hissed at my husband,
My dahlias caved over,
And my portal to Paradise disappeared.
My husband forgave me,
I went to Confession,
The dahlias may recover,
But there is no redemption for me:
My pencil's gone.
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