As my population continues waning,
My name takes on a more negative
meaning
When people call me a gossip, I can’t
help but balk
Because, silly humans, I can’t even
talk!
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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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