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A Leftover Limerick

I dreamed of sailing in a regatta  In an ocean of cheesy ricotta It was not as you’d think I didn’t sleep a wink Up at night with a plate of lasagna. ~ an EWK Limerick Poe’em   ©2016 EWK (inspired by

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This Old Place

This old place has become a worn relic Avoiding the urge to redevelop Farms often sold with great haste Seldom is this sort of place Left alone nature’s charm can envelop. ~ an EWK Limerick Poe’em  ©2016 EWK /// Irish Limerick line-style

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Army Boots

I once had a pair of Army boots. They were tired and worn from so much use. My mother had died, She had them outside. They’re mine; soon as I get the laces loose. ~ an EWK Limerick Poe’em   ©2016

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Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Haiku’s verse, restrained. Limerick’s phrase entertains! Poetic freedoms. ~ an EWK 5:7:5 Haiku Poe’em   ©2016 EWK

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