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Friday, November 18, 2016

Poem- "Fictional Cookbook"


Fictional Cookbook
                                    I can say a president’s name like drawn butter,
                                    My ball in sports has the sap of its kilometer.


* Sold as is!  I'm talking politics here.  What's the point of freedom if there's no passion?  I watch tennis and Trump and come up with this... good luck.

**The couplet has two different meters and my dialect is like popcorn.

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