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The beautiful thing about poetry
Is that I can call anything poetry
And everybody has to put up with it
Because it’s poetry

Once upon a time
I fractured my ankle
And so logically
I went on a 6 mile walk the next day

Once upon a time
There was a child born
Who would grow to be
So stupidly stubborn and bullish
That they went running on a fractured foot

I have a lump on my ankle
From a badly healed bone
But one fewer regrets than if I hadn’t gone running that day
So I’ll take what I can get

Ain’t poetry fun?

Written by DaryaWaters (Darya Waters)
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