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Letters from 37 years ago returned
what to do with them
if I’m stuck to write a poem
they might inspire or if I
exhume and collate amusing lines
presto a poem is born of prose
Reluctant to read them
I’m well versed in arrogance
to know what happened is an old perfume
posing a leg over is worse
Here’s the first letter…
shoddy as feared it’s
composed with a dab of intelligence
reading unmasks the artifice
doggerel in a word
ineffficacious to impress.