victor dyck
Sep 28, 2022
This poem is part of the contest:

Neopoet Around The Globe Anthology Contest.

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lost and found

when we are in the womb we are found born lost for a few minutes
getting used to seeing parents and doctors playing with pets or toys found
adolescence mostly lost we are all lost in the huge spaces of north america
enjoying it but wishing sometimes we are bin Europe iindians are found

About This Poem

Last Few Words: when adolescents arein their cars like wombs

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: Massachusetts middlesex

Favorite Poets: shelly pope shakespeare dryden robert frost ee cummings t

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Comments

Geezer

you need to change your format to make this a little bit more readable. As it is now, it doesn't make a whole lot of sense.
The one part that I see making sense is your last few words, and I understand that well enough. ~ Geezer.
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