Tweeter @iamchrisscott has been writing poems composed from fragments of Dear Abby letters. All his poems use lines from all the questions and replies in a single day's column, in chunks of no fewer than three words. I couldn't resist trying this process myself. Here is my second Dear Abby poem (please compare to today's column using the link at the end):
I hope you are still afraid
I hope you are still afraid
of what your mother will say.
Obviously, some people
tread carefully when
under the care of
a master manipulator.
Do we say nothing?
I don't know--
I can see how
the appropriate thing
is nothing to be ashamed of.
But I'm wondering,
reluctant to reveal
someone's name when
I may be forced to
open fresh wounds.
Not all parents are good.
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