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(CANT- phraseology peculiar to a particular class or profession)
Poets mumble sentences in their head,
Little dirges,
For the dead...
Who don't even know they are!
They fantasize about things to say,
Write amazingly deep thoughts,
(To them, anyway).
They look around,
Search for those they can get to read..
The little inkling of their seed..
In the crumpled up paper in their hand..
Then they leave.
About the Creator
Victor Mendez
Born in 1958.There's a lot of road beneath these feet.Worn out pairs upon pairs of shoes.Been a ranch kid,a city kid,a Marine,a dad, a grandfather now,an avid reader and just recently began writing poetry in 2015 just to vent.



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