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Some don't read poetry, they don't understand the poet game
So this is my chance, maybe I can explain the poet game
This forces me to begin; welcome to my front porch, relax
We can sit, and laugh, toast champagne to the poet game
An image or a object is where I'll start, what do I call it, name it
To conjure the same in your brain for the poet game
Green grass is a good one, what kind of green is it
My grass grows, as does yours, when it rains in the poet game
Celtic green, evergreen, lime green, thousands of shades yet
Shades don't matter when you're filling the grassy plain for the poet game
However, to complete the knit pattern successfully, you
need yarn from the same batch of color skeins for the poet game
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So we're back to a specific shade of green grass
Conjured in both our brains for the poet game
In agreement, we move along, another image adds to our
Thinking, another car joins the freight train in this poet game
We continue on the same track, adding images
Building them like a block chain in the poet game
The length of the poem depends on the train of thought
To be shared to avoid a migraine in the poet game
The line length and punctuation are chosen by the poet
Important to refrain from eyestrain in the poet game
It may be work but not impossible to follow along, find
ourselves comfortably riding the airplane in the poet game
So Sherlock, when successful, we're gliding along, admiring greenery,
Together above the tree-lined coast of Maine in the poet game
