Chad Parenteau: Poet For Hire
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Tuesday, April 12, 2011
NaPoWriMo, Day Twelve, Poem 6.9
I wish that this poem would shut up.
It drives like a man in his cups.
With the way it is drifting,
its end won't be lifting.
Now it's humping my leg like a pup.
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