The third poem for the last bunch of holdouts on this read-a-thon as Hour 22 approaches. It’s a short one; I think we are short on concentration.
On Last Lines
The last line should strike like a lover’s complaint.
You should never see it coming.
And you should never hear the end of it
By Suzanne Buffam
Oh so perfect, I love last lines that stick like that!
Yeah, I liked that.
Lovely poem 🙂
Thanks for sharing!
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