wish I knew how to circumspect
writing poems with my chicken neck
a sprinkle of salt, why not? What the heck?
Words surround my mind, one gives a genuflect.
humor is there somewhere, if I knew how to circumspect.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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