Rambling On Mincing With Words
Rambling On Mincing With Words
chop, cut the small words
don’t mince words; say what you mean
I don’t understand
speak clear and candid
there were plenty of poets
mincing beyond doubt
blunt and outspoken
tell what you really think
squarely and frankly
vodka ,rum , bourbon
mincing them all together
sick the next morning
playing with words - why
lawless is confusing as ?
as fools we believe
6/24/2016
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016
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