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TAP YOUR SPACE BAR ONCE TO PAUSE.
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ONCE PAUSED ENTER A TO ABORT
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OR TAP YOUR SPACE BAR ONCE TO RESUME.
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The Poets Corner
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VOL. 3 NUMBER 3 ISSUE 19
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COPYRIGHT (C) 1989 KEVIN KEYSER March 1989
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In The Corner
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(author's notes)
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This month we feature three short short poems which differ in both subject
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matter and form.
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Only one of the poems has any rhyme at all. The other two use other methods to
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convey their messages.
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I hope you enjoy them!
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Kevin
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James
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Keyser
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Sweet Judy Blue Eyes
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Oh, isn't it true that the longer we live the faster time flies?
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It seems such a long time ago that I last gazed into your soft blue eyes.
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It was a time of excitement, a time of true to yourself lies!
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When we would sneak into the projection room and then share our sighs!
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K
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J
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K
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03/02/89
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J.B.
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Images
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On the street of no where a young woman travels the route of dead ends.
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On the street of decay a woman breast feeds her baby. At least the child has
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some food.
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A boy runs out the broken store window. He has enough food for tonight.
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A dog whines as it tries to find shade on the hottest day of the year.
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In a quiet moment she almost cries when she thinks about what she must do to
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live.
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An old man looks out his window. He sees all this. As he has seen it for many
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years. A tear falls down his cheek as he pulls the trigger on the gun.
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K
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03/02/89
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Misty
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Time in the past tense.
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A place called school which was high.
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Her not name was Misty.
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I am but was the Keykeeper.
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Light sparkled off her hair-blonde.
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We danced on stage.
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We danced in life.
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Time spent, but still being payed for.
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Mistylover still is now.
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K
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03/02/89
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G.S.
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