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Geof Huth


pwoermds

Source: Geof Huth

A poem with only one word in length and without a title.

E.g.
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled pwoermds, yearning to breathe free
The wretched refuse of your teeming mind. [Okay, not this line]
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" [Well, sort of]