A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Tuesday, June 29, 2021

archrivalship

We can't lock horns without a toot or two. 
Our grappling matches mostly just excuse 
how you pat my back, I pat yours for you. 

Our enmity, dependable as day - has grown 
enthused, infused with something gay.
A fondness, and a grudging real regard. 

Let's make this next step very fucking hard. 

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