COLUMN SHIFTS
( POETRY LOVE )
or Memories of a Hot Rod Romance ...
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aka The Hot Rod Poet ... |
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So I shot down a side thought She caught up to ... with my name I tried to dodge her ... with a mumble She cut in front of me ... with a question I veered back in front of her with an old quote She shot back in front of me with a qualification and slammed to a stop ... with an answer |
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I wasn't letting nobody ... put no verbs on me She tried to catch up to me with a modified adjective and I shifted into a metaphor as she raced behind me ... in high diction I passed traffic in a simile |
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in Poetry Love 'Cause I ain't letting nobody ... put no verbs on me 'Cause I ain't letting nobody ... slow me down with no pronouns Ya! 'Cause If you want to mix metaphors ... with me ... You Best Dig ... Poetry Love! ... |
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