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Rhyming Orange
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James Rogerson


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My friend teases me,
Says I can’t rhyme “orange.”
One day I got so mad,
I hit him with my “sporange.”


by James Rogerson.

Used with the author’s permission.

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Jim Rogerson calls himself a "proud liberal redneck," a title earned from an upbringing in a small North Carolina town followed by an education at the University of Chicago. After a career as an archivist and records manager for the University of North Carolina, Jim is now retired and enjoys writing historical works (Before the Take Off: The Catholic Peoples of East-Central Europe during the Thirteenth Century, 1200 to 1250 is soon to be published), creative non-fiction, study guides, manuals for archives and records management, and poetry. His poetry topics know no bounds and he never misses the Iodine Poetry Journal’s Open Mic nights in Charlotte, NC, where he now makes his home.

 

 

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Katrina:
Good for you, James!
Posted 12/06/2013 05:20 AM


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