That may be true,
but you’ll have to get back to me.
That may be true,
but you’ll have to get buttery.
That may be tore,
but you’ll have to get buttery.
That may be tore,
but your hats too bee buttery.
That way be torn,
but your hats too bee buttery.
That way be torn,
butter pats too seem buttery.
Thank they before
butter pats too seem buttery.
Thank they before
shutter bats true beam butterfly.
Blank day before
shutter bats true beam butterfly.
Blank day before
shut doors spout brooding butterflies.
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
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Thursday, April 22, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 161
That May Be True, Shut Doors Spout Brooding Butterflies
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