Dabble in the tipple
Of a momentary ripple
In the space of a moment
Movement graced by opponents
Faced with the bitterness
Bitten by the wilderness
Why overcome
When faced with a sum
Which soaked in its sulfur
Is choking on the so sure
Asking for the number
To answer for the somber
Quoting serves the same
Promoting the old name
Insane contorting to a bow
Shallow wrapped in a show.
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Content aside, I just love the contours of sound in your poems.
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Beautiful sentiments. And as always, captivating artwork with a charm all its own.
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I’m not sure why I’m not getting your posts. I thought instead of having to come to Reader, they would just be showing up in my email box. I’ll check it out. As always, I very much enjoy your work.
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