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Gord

The Sex Number

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62

14 lines

68 words

Gord

A Corny Poem

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401

16 lines

80 words

Gord

The Lemon Tree

much love

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562

13 lines

35 words

The Sophist

Lambs Without Mirrors

Goats That Never Look At Themselves

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569

19 lines

75 words

Verbalised

Uninspired

Musings

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625

20 lines

68 words

Verbalised

Nostalgia

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192

14 lines

60 words

Verbalised

Second Chance

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4 lines

29 words

Gord

A Short Poem About Short Lives

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335

10 lines

25 words

No Braggo by Gord

Gord

PSO

No Braggo

I have concepts for days,
Metaphors for four hours,
And wordplays for wakes.
I'm not bragging,
I'm just impaired,
Flawed above the mane.
Miscarrying paper knowledge,
Cutting loves careless arms.
She finds herself wanting,
Hair flowing, river forming,
Learning is her sophism,
So she lies until tomorrow,
Feigning disinterest ursury,
Tales of cursory, courtesy.
A verse aloft in the clouds,
Sounds out to an empty crowd,
Life of deception floundered.
World as in twitching flour,
Face equal, equivalent arms,
She curtsies and bows, turns;
Runs away, her face as ours.
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