I can’t breathe fire
Though my name suggests I might
But if I wander up to you
I’ll still give you quite a fright
My long and quick split tongue
And deadly poisonous bite
Guarantee that I will win
In any given fight
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Poetry of the past 12 or so years. Some were class assignments, some were juvenile thoughts, some were inspired by life experiences, and some were complete fiction.
Poetry of the past 12 years or so. Some were class assignments, some were juvenile thoughts, some were inspired by life experiences, and some were complete fiction. These cover all sorts of topics and many different types of poetry.
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