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Prose poem written in 1 minute and 27 seconds while listening to Slim Cessna croon (Free verse) by poetandknowit
The hoary day was finally fading
and the bar was calling, or the bartender,
something I have yet to figure out,
but swear I will one of these days over one
more beer, but I wanted to
write something special in under ten minutes, so
I grabbed a yellow square
and rustled through the kitchen drawer for a pen and trotted into the
bathroom to sit on the
king's seat and compose prose on a winter's day about politics and
loneliness
and why I write listing poems,
and why all the women I end up loving leave
me sitting here to think about the reason
why these days don't
pass fast enough and why the toilet won't
flush after the first hint of snow.
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Arithmetic Mean: 4.2727275
Weighted score: 4.6363635
Overall Rank: 12411
Posted: November 13, 2002 3:33 PM PST; Last modified: November 14, 2002 11:47 AM PST
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