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Writing
I am not terribly bright
I simply like a good write
so that's how it goes
no skin off my nose
I hope I don't cause a fright
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Paper and pen in my hand
Poems begin as I planned
They go their own way
I pound them like clay
With each one I make my stand
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Rhymes that always have meter
They act a whole lot sweeter
They love being voiced
Each of them I hoist
Inside til I complete her
Copyright ©
Regina Mcintosh
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