I may be a bird, but I’m a good diver
Fish can’t escape into the sea
For I will dive in and pluck them
right out
There’s no out-swimming me!
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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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