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 Pen the tale

Again the poet found

As he spun another 

Round and round

Dizzy bound

Blindfold tight

The absurdity 

Of trying to get

Them to find

The tale. 

Junk Art

The crafty lady

She was livid

The island

Jury

Rejected her

Window acrylics

And a thousand

Chimed

How does the

Island jury

Know what's

Artsy? 

Upon the curve

We live upon the

Bell curve

Oh, it's in Gilchrist

County for some

Those folks will

Always dwell upon

The Bell curve

Literally

While in time

One or two

From many, many

Will come to dwell

Upon the curve

Shaped like a bell.

 Lately all say

Oh why would anyone

Not celebrate love

They aren’t worth your time

Those jealous hateful kind

But there is a rewind

And if they could see the video

The time the eyes first met

In consensual infidelity

They’d see the point of

the Spirit saying

Turn away

Turn away