Nancy, Queen of Naught
Dancy Nancy, not so fancy,
How does your poetry grow?
With fumbled hearts and foundered starts
And lost souls strung in a row.
Poetry by Nancy Sikora
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Written on 2016-02-08 at 18:47
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