and there's the RythmA Poem by Steven Robert FordENTRY IN RANDOM POETRY CONTEST.
the words fall on to the key board from my finger tips,
of a man who loved women with big hips, though the women did not like him so much. Its true this man had one crutch, and the dutch in him likes a life more simple. The man had an idea to paint the infinite sky on his bed room wall as something magical began to happen. The walls of his room turn magically into this cartoon sky. He felt himself floating, as though he had the ability to fly Floating, he slowly watched himself turn into a cartoon, moving closer and closer to the cartoon drawn steep cliff. the shroom had brought on this twist of reality finally. he imagined glue dripping from the walls... only to grab a glass of milk and go sit and trip with friends.
© 2010 Steven Robert FordAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on August 27, 2010 Last Updated on August 27, 2010 AuthorSteven Robert FordMilledgeville, GAAboutMy name is Steven Ford. I realize that I know nothing about writing, but still I write. I may not always spell things correctly, but being human I accept that. I accept my failures and few successe.. more..Writing
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