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My musings
As to not flood the general poetry thread, I'll post my things here!
Politics and Love and Plato
When you answered I was surprised
I didn’t really believe there would be
anyone at the other end
Maybe just a voice and a beep and silence
Followed by obnoxious rattling
As I struggle to put down the phone
But you picked up and
I didn’t know what to tell you
So I just said
We should go out for coffee or something
I don't know if you drink coffee
But it seems like the thing to do
I drew on a creased and stained napkin
Along with sad little poems
And single line monsters
with a Sharpie pen
While I listened to you talk about
Politics and love and Plato
In a caffeine-induced splendor
At twelve-thirty-seven in the morning
__________________
who am I to refuse the universe?
-Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers
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