The Crayon
I have been called a writer of song
I think to myself, how could that be wrong.
Eight years have past when I became a Published Poet
And wouldn’t you know, most of my friends don’t even know it.
I was inducted into the International Society of Poets as a poet of merit
and an honored member.
I’ve told all my friends and everyone in my family, but they don’t remember.
I have received Editor’s Choice, Laureate, and a nomination for Poet of the
year
One would think, praise like that would most likely bend an ear.
So low and behold and woebegone
I need to stop using,
The White Crayola Crayon
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