eight-nine time in poetry
- Aug. 19, 2023, 5:21 a.m.
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- Public
ancient troubadours rehearse
in a tuneless droning verse
of loves fucked up in youth
patrons lost for told truth
and the soothing thought for some
that a death will eventually come
oh, hopefully no time soon, of course
but perhaps before the aches get worse
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