Johanna Kortman Poems

The dog, I am, the one you'll never see
Tis because, this is the last I'll leave
The owners I had, who were great to me, were quickly saddened, when I ate through a bag of food, that was not for me
It was a spanking and a car ride west that was next to be
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I thought I could trust you with my heart.
But you left me out like forgotten items in a shopping cart.
Once bought, and ready to use, left to rot in the parking lot.
The sun shines, isn't it suppose to bring happiness to us, instead of making us hot?
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This name I live up to.
Well it's a memory for you.
But what can I do to see a memory of you too?
For I was too young, to see each smile on your face,
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Never Useless

She plucks the string of the beat-up old guitar, it makes a sound, a sound of waste, a sound of lost time, a sound of no play.
She walks to the chair, and takes a seat, the chair falls to the ground, not because of her light weight, but of no use, wasted time, time lost, and oldness.
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