Lurkers

cherries

 

Lurkers

I can’t be bothered to rhyme,
Though I probably will…

They sneak upon me, hidden from ear,
Slotting-in at the end of lines,

My tell-tale style,
As it were…

If I try to keep them out
The lines sound bare,

Or false and strained, somehow…
I know there’s some about,

But I can’t tell where…
Oh…yeah…I see them now…

 

 

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