Odorous Wright’ing
Odorous Wright’ing
The Poet Who Wasn’t
Tom “Miracle Man” Wright
3/5/2025
Some write to live,
others live to write.
I’ve little to give,
that might delight.
Thoughts that come,
quickly disappear.
But I have some,
which I hold dear.
When finally in ink,
thoughts quickly die.
Sometimes they stink,
that must be why?
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2025
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