Showing posts with label Cleaning a Metaphorical Rifle. Show all posts
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Friday, September 6, 2024

Cleaning a Metaphorical Rifle - short poem

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Cleaning a Metaphorical Rifle

 

The Detachable Magazine Holds Ten Lines

 

There is no such thing as an unloaded word

And once a word has left the barrel it’s gone

You cannot call it back – were you sure of your aim?

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