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Just two lines!

Alright suckers, here's another one.  A former Poet Laureate of the US named Ted Kooser wrote a book called The Poetry Home Repair Manual.  In it he gives advice, and examples of his and other's poetry.  Here's a one line poem by Joseph Hutchinson.  Kooser points out the poems don't have to be grand in scale, and asks if you could ever look at an artichoke in the same way after reading it.


ARTICHOKE

O heart weighed down by so many wings


That's it.  Here's another with two lines!  Maybe you'll think of it the next time you buy a bottle of Port wine.


Sweeter Than Wine

Her Port-stained lips suggest a sensuous nature.

I wonder the taste of that recycled fruit.


That's it! For now.



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