Green Is The Puddle Of My Name

Born a puzzle

grew a(poet) part

Jig was up

Wrote my name the way it sounds

It rained

I ran

to a vale of greenest green

where crowns are cheap

and light is mete

on evenings when the sun will squint

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poem by Harry Principle
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