Fishing due to the squished newt of inspiration

Fishing due to the squished newt of inspiration

A Poem by Lydia Thacker
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Written to be intentionally bad. I am rather fond of it for some strange reason, though.

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I saw a newt today
singing as it was crushed to a pulp
by a passing car.

Its intestines made the coolest
pattern

It looked like worms
spilling out of a fish's stomach

and inspired me
-to go 


fishing-

© 2013 Lydia Thacker


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Added on February 4, 2013
Last Updated on February 4, 2013
Tags: bad poetry, she turned me into a newt, I got better, randomness, fishing

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Lydia Thacker
Lydia Thacker

Chillicothe, OH



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