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About This Poem
A Bumbling Writer's Valentine
My silly heart pumps out these paragraphs
As hasty words stream rashly through my veins.
They reach my shaking hands in seconds flat,
My pen - my arrow - ready to take aim.
I write them down because I'm terrified
To say these clumsy words of mine to you.
My pen is poised - Please let me clarify
Just what it is these feelings put me through.
My heart is bleeding as my pen bleeds ink
(Across this page - So sorry for the smudge.
I can't imagine just what you must think.
I really hope your pretty mind won't judge.)
Please let me ask you this before you laugh
(Until you answer me, I'll be a wreck):
My life is nothing but a mere rough draft -
So, please, my dear, would you be my Spell Check?
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