Be sure to say hi if I happen to pass by
During a nighttime prowl
You’ll know that I’m there when my voice fills the air
With my magnificent bone chilling howl
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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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