A rumpled sheet
Of brown paper
About the length
And apparent bulk
Of a man was
Rolling with the
Wind slowly over
And over in
The street as
A car drove down
Upon it and
Crushed it to
The ground. Unlike
A man it rose
Again rolling
With the wind over
And over to be as
It was before.
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I don’t think it is my dilemma
It looks like software’s dilemma
When comments are reached to twenty-two
It also becomes a mistake too.
It starts all over from one
But, poor readers stuck with this one
Cannot read the rest but only one!
I like this poem because one day i was assigned to write a book report on a certain poem so i chose this one…it has a great meaning and i LUV IT!