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A Poem by Wilyem Clark

My calling cards,
Warm and worn from their snug in my wallet
Like untouched condoms on standby for years
Awaiting popularity,
Came up for air the other day;
One got swapped for a stranger's token.

© 2018 Wilyem Clark


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Wilyem Clark
Wilyem Clark

Washington, DC



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I've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..

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