No boar before
has benefited more
from practices of yore
than when bored
in a store, implored
to do chores
lest gore hit the floor,
pouring foreshortened spores
made to ward off a horde
of imported dull swords, moored
on an old shore
scored with sores–
lore that can’t be ignored.
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Author: Aidan Badinger
Wharved.com
I am a poet.
I write poems.
Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.
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