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By bwoz
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24 March 2007 |
An acrostic poem. Did nothing for money And nothing for his pride Dirt in his words, Damned indignation, Yelling that dirt and drinking Didn’t get the overtime, a promise lost Rained all night for the perfect excuse All gone to Hell with wasted lies Never worked an honest day and Knew nothing about a man |
Written by Phil (6738 comments posted) 24th March 2007 | Works as a acrostic but reads pretty disjointedly to me. Perhaps I'm just not tuned into your thinking today. Sorry. Phil. | Written by Josie (2796 comments posted) 10th January 2008 | | I really cannot relate a series of short statements to poetry. Sorry but a good poem has to be more. |
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