To each, Their ownA Poem by Ric Miner
Sway with me in the winds of speech,
Taking time to seek out your necessities. Ah, but you say, "These proclivities you've given me aren't riveting, So I'm not listening." To which I respond: Sweet are the fruits of ones own labor So let's meet our truths with brevity and candor, and if you don't like it Well find you're own f*****g flavor. © 2017 Ric MinerReviews
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1 Review Added on October 11, 2017 Last Updated on October 11, 2017 AuthorRic MinerWest Chicago, ILAboutMostly a poet and lyricist. I'd say I'm here because I'm looking for an outlet, and feedback, since my friends are sick of being a sounding board, and I'm pretty sure none of them are Engl majors lol... more..Writing
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