for syllables and rhymes i wrack my brain
i took up this challenge–must be insane
were forty-nine poems all just to train
my poet’s fingers? well, if it’s a strain
it’s worth it since it’s for you, my dear jane
oh. moon
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floating and leaving no trace
for syllables and rhymes i wrack my brain
i took up this challenge–must be insane
were forty-nine poems all just to train
my poet’s fingers? well, if it’s a strain
it’s worth it since it’s for you, my dear jane
oh. moon
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Lol! Good one, Crow! π
Thanks!
Hahahaha
π
I can’t do that stuff
Just my stuff
I love stuff
What about you
All stuff is good stuff.
Jane just manages to enter the poem! I hope she forgave you! π
Ha ha ha. Me too!
Fun! Fifty is your number these days.
It’s not a bad number π
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