There’s a poet with a
lazy pen
who lives here deep inside
of me
He sees the things
that we all see
then questions just how can this be,
His logic sometimes
sits askew
he sees the old as
something new
he sees the new
without its paint
then rhymes the
things that good folks kaint
zc
1 comment:
Sitting askew really suits you-
Your lazy pen turns blue moods new-
Your writing is very bold-
Stuff that’s never been told-
You make us think-
With your clever ink!
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