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this tuesday morning (Concrete) by teacup

The street shines with the winter rain Each splashing puddle mocks my pain. I want to dash out of this place But I know I'm losing this race. The sky scowls and I want to cry In this bus stop I think I'll die.

hipster flare 1-Oct-03/9:56 AM
A Concrete poem is a conglomeration of words (sometimes one word repeated over and over) whose overall shape is a key to the concept it presents. There are no truly agreed-upon conventions, but a natural elegance of arrangement is often striven for.

Sometimes the poem can be read in multiple directions from different starting points, depending on the shape of the form and the curiousity of the reader.





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