Non the Latter

well then why do i write if you won't post my poems on your sight to me this is something of a blight hey putting words in to sentences can be a fight after all that was something a part of me the works of my creative energy i feel like i lost a piece of my body or left a part of my brain behind so if you see it laying around you know it's on my mind I'd like to read it time and again so would a few others I've become sort of a trend but of course what does it matter no worries non the latter it really wasn't worth any clatter how much did Alice love that old hatter?