I'm calling these "junior poems" because I wrote them as a junior in high school in 1975. I've kept them all these years, and thought I would pass them along on the blog.
Toil is tedious,
Unless
Flavored with fun.
Fun is frivolous
Without
Work well done.
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The boat rotted
as it waited
to be boarded.
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The world is wondering
what will be done.
Our wisdom's wandering
down in the dung.
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