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The Other Day The other day I received a rejection letter, telling me my poems are doggerel and cliché. Next time I write, I’ll try to make them a little better, but I don’t know if I can, because I always write that way. Most of the time I just get form letters with no reply, but every once in a while I get some comments that tell me why, they didn’t choose them to add to their magazine, and I really appreciate them, whether long or real lean. Sometimes when I start to write, I don’t know what will come out next, but then it becomes a beautiful sight. Maybe I am under a curse or a hex. I appreciate everyone’s comments, whether they like them or not. These poems to me are like cement, that you pour into a page like a brand new parking lot. Who knows if I will ever stop, these jewels that come right out? My life is now an open book that will pop, when you turn the pages of my brains open spout. Another day just passed on by, wrote a few more pages. No end to these poems that I try, to tell stories of my life’s endless stages. |
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