Trash, trash garbage and rot
The written word is all I’ve got
My muse she sings
My pen she writes
Deep into the dark of night
But when all is done, and all is said
This poet might as well be dead.
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2 comments:
I was moved to tears by this post!!
Awe, Thanks darlin. That means a lot.
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