With My Harley-Davidson Lighter Poem by Patti Masterman

With My Harley-Davidson Lighter



With my Harley-Davidson lighter
I like to set the cute fluffy poems on fire
And hear them squeal, as the impotent smoke
Swirls away in the breeze, and watch the glow
Until they become a pristine pile of letters again
Finally ready to put something real
Between their little matchstick legs.

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