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Tuesday, 15 December 2020

This Poem - Homero Pumarol

Every now and then I read this poem again.
I like it: it’s short and easy to forget.
There’s no point, it hurries by, it has no time.
You get to the end looking for something else.
Homero Pumarol (born 1971) Dominican Republic
Translated by Hoyt Rogers
Posted by Bruce-the-Sheep at 11:14

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