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P is top heavy, it’s weighty brain pregnant with possibilities.
O rounded like the ooh of that a eureka image.
E a broken rake trailing through forms to express.
T slouching across the table scribbling verse.
The poet plunders each and every letter they are able.
Regurgitating them endlessly for NaPoWriMo every April.
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