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my poetry is not bad or good or great, my rhymes make no sense, and I have yet to figure out anything but free verse, subjects are shaky, I write out my soul with nothing more then 01, I use slang with abandon, and rhythem is just not my thing, but though my problems are here, so is my heart, my words might not be the greatest, but they are not the worst, I will figure out my problems, with rhythem and rhyme, with word choice and subject, with a clear goal in mind, that others would understand what I see...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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