The lines the limit!

The lines the limit!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

I don’t throw
away lines
I’m a hoarder.
Anyway, whose line
is it anyway
hanging out words
to dry on a line
all washed of meaning.
Yes! It’s all about your lines.
Did you cross the line
to get here
or did you forget your lines?
Get in line they say:
it takes all kinds.
A classy line!
A trashy line
A catchy line
or a line drawn
in the sand.
Anyway, save your lines
and face the sentence.

© 2022 andrew mitchell


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Lol, I like this. It made me think and the ending, "face the sentence" was gold. tyfs

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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