Friday, April 20, 2018

Daily Prose Poem




"Classified"

Contained on the last page of a newspaper, or maybe the back flipside of a magazine cover.  The too-small type with promises you can't quite read, you just drop your check in the mail and await the surprise miracle.  Perhaps its someone's lonesome reverie: single white female with a love for vintage decor and cats, marriage comes equipped with Antebellum mansion.

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