I am bringing the morning to the zing
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No one has stood under my under
I….n…….g fractures can see it’s
All my ly’s were true
Fan as I taste the ick
Strugggle with my g’s
but is just so snugggly
Ten ides I can’t make up my
Mnid ...
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Categories:
brills, poems,
Form: Free verse