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A Poem by Hoppity Skip

The writer’s God, the chronic misplacement

Blankness is thoroughly fatal

As Sylvia swallows another sleeping pill

Another poet goes in for the kill.

The rest watch: bewildered.

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Added on November 19, 2012
Last Updated on November 19, 2012

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