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Today’s Short #Poem 183

The Reading Room

Sat congealed in cavernous leeb,
flicking, flipping, not observing,
when upcroached Lively, spitting,
cursing, “Y have ma chair”, “Nay
dunna”, scuffle there, and then
eject, next bond of pals, drinkin
mindless, till one day woman split,
cut deep, tis prehistoric, genetic,
no fret, well not for ye,
sad but end.

Ashley Bovan

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