Me (Cinquain) Poem by ray Schreiber

Me (Cinquain)



clueless
like that last guest
who just won't take the hint unaware that the party is
over

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Sometimes people do mean what they say, when when you think they're joking. Sometimes there is no back story.
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ray Schreiber

ray Schreiber

Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania USA
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