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Random Poem

Beginning this poem with nothing in particular,
Randomly rhyming aiming for the spectacular,
Trudging on a horse across the green meadow,
“What is that I see?” Behold yonder grey shadow!

I tie my teeth, and brush my laces,
I wear my candy and suck my braces,
I raise my bow and aim for a gun shot!
But it’s my inner daemons I saw — and fought!

— Jatinder Singh , the lousy poet

© Written 20-Aug-2017