^#%@*$&#?!?(*&&**$ * (Marks) Let’s argue over a ! A misplaced ? A few that have no meaning “ And an in the wrong location ‘ How a lowly ampersand That doesn’t represent a conjunction? There’s a reason in printing parlance That they call a ! a “bang” It’s a gunshot commanding attention What of the ellipsis…dribbling along To interrupt…the flow? The guillemets that sometimes indicate speech The caret ^ which cannot be eaten The pilcrow shows you where a paragraph goes Brackets [ or { or (parenthetical marks) It makes the head spin when all we seek is a little. _______________________________________ A poem which equivocated once again the effects that love can have upon a woman (written by Berenice) The remnants of lovers Scar my skin Hide beneath long sleeves Cover parts of legs Draped in paisley Sometimes the subject of an evening exam Privately Accompanied by rich cabernet A fruity blood Many are Minute marks The makers probably not cognizant Of trails and they left A quarter moon memory of Martin Brief affair Back seat of his Mustang ’68 Once when Mom wasn’t home In her bed Where sometimes I overhear
^#%@*$&#?!?(*&&**$ * (Marks) Let’s argue over a ! A misplaced ? A few “ that have no meaning And an ‘ in the wrong location How a lowly ampersand That doesn’t represent a conjunction? There’s a reason in printing parlance That they call a ! a “bang” It’s a gunshot commanding attention What of the ellipsis…dribbling along To interrupt…the flow? The guillemets that sometimes indicate speech The caret ^ which cannot be eaten The pilcrow shows you where a paragraph goes Brackets [ or { or (parenthetical marks) It makes the head spin when all we seek is a little. _______________________________________ A poem which equivocated once again the effects that love can have upon a woman (written by Berenice) The remnants of lovers Scar my skin Hide beneath long sleeves Cover parts of legs Draped in paisley Sometimes the subject of an evening exam Privately Accompanied by rich cabernet A fruity blood Many are Minute marks The makers probably not cognizant Of trails and they left A quarter moon memory of Martin Brief affair Back seat of his ’68 Mustang Once when Mom wasn’t home In her bed Where sometimes I overhear
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