Poetry
I could never
Write the
Prose or the rhymes
Or any real style
Of the thing
In which we call
Poetry
So, like many before me
I made it my own
And even like a story,
Time to time
For it is my own
And it is still
Poetry
Copyright © Kiikii Squeaky | Year Posted 2010
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