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Click hereI long to be free,
and maybe someday I'll fly and soar.
Until then I'm stumbling.
You say, 'stop being shy and lazy'.
Well done, I think you've cured me...
I'm up to dissection one thousand and one,
and I'm just about fed up.
Part of me is glad that you can see right through me,
and I guess I'll go on being the person I never was.
This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 39,500 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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A bit of a sarcastic wit
To cure you of too many poems
That are too sugary...
...for some lucky people. Nice, crisply sarcastic note.
Tess
I love sarcasm and you
do it so well!
Brilliant piece,
thanks for the chuckle.
~ Jenn