Bill Grace Poems

As one who had no time for pets
It seems most strange
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The metric gurus
Do not understand
The magic in customer service.
Buying bread in Walmart
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I give my blessing to the world daily
Not from Rome but from Paris
Where the Poemhunter server lives
Not from a balcony high above the masses
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Ignore the frumps who will kill you before you start:
The English teacher who shrugs at your first piece
The editors who judge
The great poverty and lack of money of the task
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McNay days almost always start
With breakfast at La Madeleine
A chance to start the day a lettle better
The dance of fireplace flame
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What if the currency were care?
French fries at McDonalds done,
In the smallest quantity conceivable.
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My right to buy is guaranteed
by all the land's great names
it is a thing that grants,
a modicum of fame.
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Reading good poets
makes me want
to be a good poet.
The good poets
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The dirt was mercifully soft
my friend had buried cats before
and knew how to coach.
Pushing the soft earth
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