the words he wrote
were the best he had ever written
the emotion
the rhythm
the flow
the rhyme
it was perfect
so perfect
that
it brought a tear to his eye
he read it one more time
it was perfect
the best he had ever written
he finished his drink of scotch
hi lighted the poem
and hit
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as he turned out the light
he whispered
"it was perfect"
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200 Poems (completed Nov 25, 2016, 8:52am)
PoetryA challenge to write 200 poems between November 1 - December 31, 2016. Please support the others who have accepted this challenge. Follow them at #200poemchallenge. (completed Nov 25, 2016, 8:52am)
