Dead Poems - Poem by GRANT FRASER
Poets retreat, just what the hell is that,
Where known Poets go and teach, what?
How to lay out words and other artifacts,
But I can't quite get my head around that...
In fact my head goes around just thinking
besides you need thousands of pounds,
And poets they usually have plenty
of cash just lying around,
So Forget those disembodied one's who's
bones are lying scattered all over Poem-Hunter,
Yes something for all you enthusiasts
and old crones to dig up later,
The beautiful beautiful beautiful dead poems!
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Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You