Once more to be crazy and splutter nonsense verse
Dabbled with humor if we can
A challenge from nineteenth to thirty first
Of August?
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
I write when my muse play tricks on me hiding behind the tunes of adversity. A simple thing such as smile or touch, anger or quote, music or hum,it sets my world rolling into a ball of perfumed poetry
| I could Be A Poet, er..Am I? |
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| The Keys to My Heart |
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