Best Poem of M S Latter

My Point?
Feel like dirt
feel like nothing
to myself, to you,
to - anyone.
Hands of ash
what's my point?

My child,
I created you
I love you;
your life gives pleasure
and is my wonder.
For you I died
so you might live. . . .
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Free Fare
Step inside this gleaming carriage:
Your driver's cute, the ticket's cheap
And miss the ride - you'll surely weep.

A ride of pleasure, thrills and fun,
So leave behind the life of humdrum.

You will love this high-speed dare,
Feel the blustery wind through your hair,
Feel that surge of . . .
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