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by horace p sternwall

illustration by rhoda penmarq

i wrote a poem to pass the time it didn't scan and it didn't rhyme i had absolutely nothing to say but i went and wrote it anyway i thought it turned out kind of nice i looked it over once or twice i finished it off and set it free on wings of immortality o little poem, boil and bubble at least you kept me out of trouble maybe you need a little friend another poem - will they ever end?