WordsA Poem by Michaelnothing important
I discover the joy of writing.
Stories begin to pour out. I have so much to say. My vocabulary is small. No one wants to read and, or the. It, that, the other thing. Their minds needs fed. Their interest fades. I put seasoning on it. Catchup and hot-sauce. Ate it page by page. From A to Z. Have so much to say. My vocabulary is small. Dictionary tasted good. Still their mind fades. And they leave. © 2011 MichaelAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMichaelOHAboutWelcome to my world. Disclaimer.. Don't expect much when viewing my work, I am very new to writing. more..Writing
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