"Poetry's
Rediscovery In A Recovery"
A lost poem is as worthless and replaceable as an old non-deposit bottle is.
Once in a noon's tune comes a purple moon.
Everyone is as strange as you are to them.
A song without a singer is a horseshoe game's ringer.
Living answers grow in trees.
Life can't be as crazy as it seems.
Chamomile citrus tea reacts to me like catnip does to a kitty.
Atenolol tastes just like Barbasol Shave Cream.
I like a barbers' towel's hot steam.
Love the Met's baseball team.
Fans scream in my dream.
Which is the poet's paper ream theme.
By Jonathan Billet
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