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Poetry by Lora Frikken

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Thursday, January 01, 2004

Ode To A Vicious Vision

I...had a Vision...

At first it was vague and vacuous,
not making any point;
And when it continued to vacillate,
it really shook up the joint!

After that, my Vision turned vapid,
nearly boring me to tears;
Though it never varied in value,
it caused me to drink a few beers!

Next, a variance of a vehement variety,
caused me to really begin to take note;
For anger arrived with a vengeance,
which was nearly ‘all she wrote!’

Now, I know Visions can be viscous,
sticking to your brain like glue;
Or they may very well just vaporize,
vanishing, hopefully, without postage due!!

So, I’ll vociferate about my Vicious Vision,
until my voice is completely gone;
Allowing me to find the vertiginous vortex,
and vamoose from this visual phenomenon!

Lora Frikken ~ 1-1-04

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