051 Poetry

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Poetry

This morning I rose to
comfortable clothes,
walked out of my palace,
and buckled under the stress of less than palacial
environs.
I keep looking for my prophecy tongue,
but I'm told that's even scarier.
Fruit or Fire,
Fruit or Fire,
Fruit or Fire,
Fruit or Fire,
There, that wasn't so bad! Guess I told them.
Whoa! Not woe!
All the apples in my pantry are rotted.
Quick! I need a grape, a fig,
anything that doesn't
come from thorns and thistles.

Gene Stecher
Chambersburg, Pa.