The Lost Chord Poem by Lewis Bosworth

the lost chord
the last poem

getting down to business isn't always easy tonight
planning a trip to nyc is special
editing a ms. or typing slowly
takes up so much time
may 31st comes soon
losing sleep hurts
labor calls
damned
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saved
mixed blessings
may's flowers bloom
lilies of the valley
new weber grill on deck
ceramic plates hung high on paint
laptop keyboard's dust spills out into air
freshly mowed lawn's spring scent makes us sneeze