My Thoughts On My Poetry

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Improv 2002

Words upon this paper,

are merely paper and ink.

Feelings that come from my heart,

and thoughts that I did think.

~

I’m never satisfied with my words,

I can never get it right.

It’s like a constant battle in my mind,

and I have lost the fight.

~

Others say they love it,

and they can never get enough.

But all I can sit and think of,

is how can you read that stuff??



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 5-25-02. It's my 139th improv.

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