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Yellow Poem
by Geoff M. Pope

Point a stick at the moon, and you grow a root.
Dig wells in people, and they’ll drink to you.
And if your friends are candles, what happens?
Perseverance, comfort, and burns that teach.
Tonight I bring you a light: a bright yellow poem —
because no wind is strong enough to blow out
the flame of memorized lines.

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