Epsilon short poem

There are some cracks in the pavement;
there are some rules to ignore;
there are some people you don’t understand and them you but you both know the score.
There are fragments of amazement;
there are policemen at the door;
there are romantic songs I like to listen to when I’m lying on the floor.
There is wisdom in arrangement;
there is an apple with it’s core;
there is a simple man who hides nothing for what would he hide it for.
There is a glimpse of contentment;
there is a sentiment I ignore;
there is a world of perpetuation that’s not worth anything anymore.

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Peter Kiggin

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Christopher S. Bunch

Lines 6 and 9 are off by 1 syllable. Other than that, it’s great.