Lawrence S. Pertillar

Gold Star - 48,706 Points (February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

The Fruit That Looms From My Labor - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The fruit that looms from my labor,
Is more often than not...
Bittersweet.

And sometimes my tongue,
Spews less than tarts...
For those anticipating,
A display of ego accomplishments.

And they may get more heat...
With sweat expressed,
Than expected.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 13, 2009



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