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Triangle (a shapes poem by Sheri)


Triangle

The prism is dipped in light

and cuts the room in two

like angel food cake

the pyramid is a dial on the sun

maximum strength to hear God's shoes

all about the talk is the Illuminati

even on money and lacking worth

with a little ding the instrument

is playing child's songs while the

cheese in a box stands alone.



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