This Thing called poetryA Poem by James Grizzly Jones
This thing called poetry can be like a storm with dark clouds brighter skies not cold nor warm
This Thing called poetry is like a weird divorice you can take the car and the house but don't you touch my Newports This thing called is like the one that got away you only read it once but you think about it everyday This thing called poetry it'll have you on your knees smiling while you cry a caged mind that's free I invite you to my world feel free to go with me and see how I view this thing called poetry. and if it becomes a time you cant comprehend the is not possible for your poetry grows from within. it can be the way you think the way you breathe the way you live the goals you achieve the way you laugh the way you cry that hurt you feel when you love one die this world we live in is so unique you call it earth I call it poetry this thing called poetry © 2014 James Grizzly JonesReviews
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