Friday Poem
© 17 April 2015 Luther Tychonievich
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Friday Poem

Candles, coal, and dictionaries.


I noticed, when about to post for today, that I neglected to post a poem last week. I toyed with pretending I had posted (I always stretch the truth in the post times in my Atom feed anyway…) but decided to simply include both in one post instead.

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Candles burn, though not too bright,
In mines of coal black as the night.
A larger flame would shed more light
But flame plus coal-dust equals fright.

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The Dictionary, book of words
’S peculiar in what it lets in.
It has both “‍erudite‍” and “‍turds‍”,
  But “‍thier,‍” a word I often see
  With meaning clear for all to see,
  A word that children use, you see
Escapes the Dictionary’s ken.

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