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On Not Voicing One’s Opinion Of Pickles In Deference To A Strange Sensitivity

Is That A Kosher Dill In Your Pocket, Or Are You Just Happy To See Me?: On Not Voicing One’s Opinion Of Pickles In Deference To A Strange Sensitivity

Note: This was composted in response to a #thursdaypoetrysociety challenge on LinkedIn to compose a poem in response to the prompt "my opinion on pickles". My opinion of pickles is…
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“The Radish Is The Noisy’st Root…”

I Can’t Believe It’s Not Poetry!: “The Radish Is The Noisy’st Root…”

The radish is the noisy'st root, Its vocal tack beyond dispute, effusive in expounding truth— so talkative, this verbal fruit. In ages prior and aeons hence, have poets, lost in…
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I Can’t Believe It’s Not Poetry!: Ode To A Croaking Man

On a long-ago visit to the hamlet of Acton, MA with my GOAT (that's "Girlfriend Onceupon A Time"—hey, I don't mind if they call me a BOAT), the town was…