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Punctuality
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...
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...
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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