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I can’t help but write it, get up
in the morning and there it is.
Useless, worth nothing on the market.
No piece of oil field technology,
nor can it loft a plane into the air. Cannot
even feed me for a day. But there it is.
The best of me set out in words on water.
Paper boats aflame in the dark of our time.
Copyright 2017 Doug Anderson
These beautiful lines, great in their simplicity, are an anthem for any poet.
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