SEED'S
My seeds of thoughts keep growing,Getting bigger over time.
Verse after verse of nonsense rhymes,
They seem to slow up suddenly.
As autumn turns to winter time,
Could it be that this is my writing hell.
Or do I have to start writing sensibly,
If someone out there could grant a wish,
I'd throw another penny down the well.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-11-21 at 04:41
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