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Eric Swanson
Sin without sorrow
There is no tomorrow
A pat on the back
There is no turning back
Fear without beer
There is nobody here
Time without dimes
There aren’t any rhymes
Writing poetry while in a tree
There won’t be an epiphany
Leading without reading
People will be fleeting
Tooth stuck in a booth
There is no learning the truth
Drunk in the bunk
There is way to much funk
Sending without lending
There is no ending
Eric Swanson has published another poem since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Eric's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Eric's latest works: