Fishing due to the squished newt of inspirationA Poem by Lydia ThackerWritten to be intentionally bad. I am rather fond of it for some strange reason, though.
I saw a newt today
singing as it was crushed to a pulp by a passing car. Its intestines made the coolest pattern It looked like worms spilling out of a fish's stomach and inspired me -to go fishing- © 2013 Lydia Thacker |
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Added on February 4, 2013 Last Updated on February 4, 2013 Tags: bad poetry, she turned me into a newt, I got better, randomness, fishing AuthorLydia ThackerChillicothe, OHAboutI'm a simple person who enjoys life's simple pleasures. Music, the beauty of the world coming to life in the spring, my son's smile...my three favorite things in the world, followed only slightly by a.. more..Writing
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