A do, a diddle, a d and a HumA Poem by Alfred Kukitzconfused yetA do, a diddle, a d and a hum I wrestle with demons, I am a bum My body’s here, my mind elsewhere God only knows of diddle & hum. Met me in a smile, wonder around my breath, You may find me alive in my death. I sit with small letters most of the day The mister is misused so I leave it at bay Like a Cummings poem I list myself thick It is after all a little letters trick. © 2017 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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