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Mouth Tongue Hold
Jan 16, 2021
A free-verse poem
Take no notice of the road kill
or the meal that was made,
there is no point in dwelling-
no good will come.
The crash dived into a tired wreck
like ships in the midnight blue,
there is no point in dwelling-
no tears will fall.
Best not to let your words go
rope them up and hold the hang,
there is no point in dwelling-
off someone else's tongue.
© Lennie Varvarides, January 2021
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