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A Poem by The High Poet

Just a little something I wrote

I sat on my chair

Pulling out my hair

All because I looked inside

So why am I so surprised

To see the the things I saw in there

All the while sitting on my chair

© 2010 The High Poet

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Added on August 4, 2010
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The High Poet

Guelph, Guelph, Canada

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