snapshot
his poem
his snapshot
came to him
early morning
lying in bed
all inspired
but when
he rushed
downstairs
he dropped it
and it broke
crazed shattered
into tiny pieces
smithereens
settled into
a fine dust
on his finely
polished lino
and
sadly all he
could do was
sweep it up
and sigh.
pmcmanus early
raynesparklondonuk
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