Lillian, tonightâs Pub Master, is hosting Quadrille Monday
at the dVerse Poets Pub. Weâre asked to create a 44-word
poem using the word âfigmentâ. Hereâs my poem.
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She knelt
down on
bended
knee
Heard a
voice say
âCome to meâ
It’s just a
figment,
this canât be
A voice that
sounded
just like he
âI think
I will count
to three
Then of his
ghost
I will be
free
One, twoâŠ.â
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44 Words
This is âImaginationâ by Bob Dylan
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