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Two Poems About A Stuffed Eeyore Watching the Fireplace

Today’s prompt thanks to Arwen: Write a sonnet about an object you can see from where you’re sitting. I call this style of sonnet The Tortured Style ’cause it sure ain’t Italian, Shakespearean or AnyRealPoet-ian. Ahem. Eeyore One You grey, … Continue reading

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