WHAT IS WORTHY OF A POEM?

Life? Death? Love, sorrow or joy?

Evolution?

Elocution?

Execution?

Persecution?

The brain?

Summer rain?

Gone insane?

Window pane?

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I saw a vulture picking at a live groundhog today  (actually on the lawn in front of the hospital),   (JUST LIKE TIME PICKS AT ME)

The navel orange looked good , but didn’t have much juice,  I HAVE A NAVEL BUT DON’T LOOK GOOD AND DON’T HAVE MUCH JUICE EITHER.

My feet hurt tonight, poor things.  OH! I FORGOT!  THEY’RE ATTACHED TO ME!

My runny nose won the race.