Just a Penny
my finks cant be bought
See i wrote finks instaead of thinks
but this is just thought a
played with a thought that
made the devil
crawl and in fouetus
positiong globes systematically
GPS system
thats system system
sorry chuckles drift in chuckled groups
in the mire darks
oil slipped blacks
where lenghth
isn't as important as the drop
down to the next line with me
one won now own
my words no
i give them freely
and gone forfeits the unknown
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2021
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