a found poem from 'Mrs. Fry's Diary'A Poem by thuthanapoem created entirely from lines found in the hilariously quirky novel 'Mrs. Fry's Diary'had my first holiday breakfast with Neptune sitting on a deckchair in a Kill Me Quick hat. the best part of arguing is makeup sex. the worst part is wiping makeup off the pillows afterwards. we began the night he was that kind of guy dry mouth, awful headache. his condition I wish he’d told me before the year’s supply of Spam like a duck to vodka he’s taken up the Funeral Reggae and died in chapter four. baby shame, wannabe. there was no doubt, it wasn’t the right time to ask who the father was. Nine Months of Hell - just like it says on page 16 of the manual.
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1 Review Added on December 21, 2017 Last Updated on December 28, 2017 Tags: poetry, found poem, stephen fry, irrelevant AuthorthuthanaAbouttechie by day, literature nerd at heart. i'm always looking for a good read & thoroughly enjoy poetry that gives me feels. when i'm not attempting to tech, i write essays that are sometimes publis.. more..Writing
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