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Writing is, as Was

Swish and flick, the quill or stick

The writer knows the way

His words flow up, down and around

His worlds will make you stay

 

Not everyone has a story, but we’re all full of glory

Putting our words to the page

Instagram pic, guy and his chick

Sharing our world away

 

The writer tries to please, begging on his knees

Oh won’t you look this way

But the cover is shown, and the cover is blown

When kids can’t read in this day

Categories: Experimental Poetry Poetry Uncategorized

abnormalvaverage

I'm a high school English teacher in Texas. I also hold degrees in radiography and radio and television broadcasting. Though I obtained certain knowledge and skills from my prior degrees, I do not currently use them.

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