Someonesangtheworldshewrote
Her fingers were crayons,pens and brushes
She spoke in coughs and spurts and gushes
she spat out rhymes and cryptoquotes
til someone sang the world she wrote
and named their child that colored poem
and found her secret way back home.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2005
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