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Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Lettering on the sly

 
 







Juggling
time at work,
Writing verses on the lurk,
I embrace my poetry bug
Sustaining it may become a tug.
 
Facilitating it, are aspects,
Of life and its usual suspects,
Strands of words together,
Many revisions, they weather.
 
No matter what the throe,
Whatever plans may throw,
Wherever I am sent,
To write on, is my intent.
 
States and countries don’t matter
Verses are never a smatter
Writings  always my reprieve,
Pictures in words, as I weave.

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