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I've just discovered some brilliant poems by some guy - there isn't much I know about him, I know, but he has written some classic stuff.
Does anyone recognise this one?
Glass Box
You know, it's the old glass box at the—
At the gas station,
Where you're using those little things
Trying to pick up the prize,
And you can't find it.
It's—
And it's all these arms are going down in there,
And so you keep dropping it
And picking it up again and moving it,
But—
Some of you are probably too young to remember those—
Those glass boxes,
But—
But they used to have them
At all the gas stations
When I was a kid.
or possibly this one:
A Confession
Once in a while,
I'm standing here, doing something.
And I think,
"What in the world am I doing here?"
It's a big surprise.
I think the way this guy uses English deserves some kind of recognition, an award or something. Does anyone know who he is? I think his first name starts with a D... |
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