GRANT FRASER

Freshman - 780 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Dead Poems - Poem by GRANT FRASER

Poets retreat, just what the hell is that,
Where known Poets go and teach, what?

How to lay out words and other artifacts,
But I can't quite get my head around that...

In fact my head goes around just thinking
about it,

besides you need thousands of pounds,
And poets they usually have plenty
of cash just lying around,

So Forget those disembodied one's who's
bones are lying scattered all over Poem-Hunter,

Yes something for all you enthusiasts
and old crones to dig up later,

The beautiful beautiful beautiful dead poems!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 20, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013


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