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A Personal Journal of Poetry Often bad usually sincere and always and unfortunately written by me.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Knots know

No knot, not knows
nothing. Sum things
know things nautical,
some not articles.
Knot art tickles
cots caught
gnarled cuticles,
tickles cut.
Posted by Brandon at 9:40 PM
Labels: Knots, Poetry

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