Poetry recyclying 8april2013

Today I tried, but could not write a sonnet. The day was not a total loss.
I found the perfect line for me.

My business card will read:
Poetry recycling – free

Send me your wretched, cast-off lines
your ragged rhythms yearning to be read
the crumpled output of your tired mind
Send me your mixed-up metaphors and stressed-out sonnets
Send them to me.
My shredder waits beside the basement door.

There, reduced to pithy shards,
Your verse re-born as greeting cards

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