The Tiniest of Poems
My Problem
My poems are too short
You
Why me?
Afraid
Why so Much
Why so many
Youwho
What is it those grandparents do
While they are waiting to see you?
A Speck
In a room amongst a sea of flickering yellow lights
was a composer who thought he was something special
look out your window my friend
your den is only a playpen
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