A poem for your wisdom portfolio A poem in a tercetric trimeter of my devising, meant to be sung. Sing it aloud slow and deep, dear reader, like Amy Winehouse. Chorus in bold. Letting Go Grabbed at it, said, ‘stay’,But it just slipped away,My fist closed on dismay. I see if I’d rushed it,I sure would’ve crushed …

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