When all Goes SourA Poem by mnicorataAnother play-on-words about life.We in the night Thee much in blight To me, we see For such in the paddle drum Whispers shout Without a doubt Tonight we fight For this in the paddle drum Sour grapes Only my mistakes Within, without All this in the paddle drum Waking visions Wrong decisions Dire in stakes Much of in the paddle drum Soaring high Never abide Plastering revisions We all live in the paddle drum Nigh we thee So trouble we It is so right All of this in the paddle drum
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StatsAuthormnicorataLockport, ILAboutI graduated college back in 2007, and originally my major had been in engineering because my entire life I have always been good at math and sciences in general. Then I found out that it was a very de.. more..Writing
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