A Fine Musician (You Played Me) Anti- Love Poem by Callista Caduceus

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A Fine Musician (You Played Me) Anti- Love Poem

What a maestro!
(What a dimwit!)

What didn't I get about my depreciation?
I'm no genius,
but should I have understood it?
My gradual, but final reduction.
Until, - there- you have it-
a remarkably diminuative me.

Another perfect diminuendo by the maestro.

Oh! I did not forsee
my demise!
(What a dimwit!)

Callista Caduceus

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Linda Weischedel (10/4/2008 11:46:00 PM)
You have a way with such a short amount of words!
I give you a 10.

Ershad Mazumder (9/13/2008 12:01:00 AM)
Its really a good poem. But I see life beyond its frontier. Try to locate the reality and truth. Life is reality and full of hazards.So that gives you pain.

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