Flowery were not her words
No, her words were coarse
They just rubbed a little
In the wrong direction
As a screetch
Or an off beat
She didnt agree
With the boundaries
Of form
No, she chose
To do it all wrong...
All wrong is a poet's direction. Words drive us to it. :)
At least thats what i think I am.
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What Bird Is This?
All wrong is a poet's direction. Words drive us to it. :)
I'm a stubborn ol' crow
At least thats what i think I am.
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