I’m no poet, he said,
only a scribbler. Not
an artist, nor a writer.
Nothing you want me to be.

More than a little disturbed,
she said (while turning away)
I thought you were...
                   someone else.

And he said, So did I.

Keyword: The Party

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Posted by R.E.Potter 2008-03-25 10:34:48 ,,, Kinda creepy... not a party I would like to go to. Is that the Hulk? neat poem by the way. + Report this comment
Posted by Tarhead Mugwump 2008-03-25 13:16:32 pretty slick one of those happens all the time things - well displayed. + Report this comment
Posted by SA Dave 2008-03-25 16:14:28 .... Thank you. I wrote it a while back. The photo is of Frankenstein's monster, actually. It sort of fits, since the poem's about not fitting in. D. + Report this comment
Posted by nick711 2008-03-25 19:12:22 .... that was a great poem. + Report this comment

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