Feeling like a wet towel,
heavy
and unable to function properly,
I wait for the opportunity
to wring myself out.
National Poetry Month - April 5, 2020
Today's color: White (Commentary below poem...) For those who do not know me, I was born with a cleft lip and palate in 1969. I w...
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In this age of chasing nickels around dollar bills, opinions are ten a penny. The intentionally ignorant, not realizing speech is silver ...
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