Glenn Mccrary Poet Verse

Nunchaku

I am a tactful poet:
She never knew the words,
So I meandered into the night
And the night was dazed, too.

I am a tactful poet:
She never knew the words,
So I composed until the verses
Trickled over southern hills
And my heart was mourning, too.

I am a tactful poet:
She never knew the words,
So with my once blithe soul
shapeless like a human without bones,
I sauntered into the dawn
To find a new, vanilla love.

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