Green Is The Puddle Of My Name
Born a puzzle
grew a(poet) part
Jig was up
Wrote my name the way it sounds
It rained
I ran
to a vale of greenest green
where crowns are cheap
and light is mete
on evenings when the sun will squint
in orange tiger stipes
poem by Harry Principle
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