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open poem surgery - open heart poetry

open poem surgery - open heart poetry

I wrote and sent the raw draft poem below to my ‘Sure I’m no feckin’ poet’ friend of mine this morning, I got his almost by now usual response – i.e. “ It might be alright –  when/if you finish/edit/burn/make/bin it, poetry is about what anyway, have you a title yet, why did you write it like that – where’s that tenner you owe me?"

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