Minced WordsA Poem by Erika Cristal
I mince my words, i mince them
I do not chop, I mince them Four you would know My thoughts out loud i drift them A heavens snore A great big bore I delicately spritz them © 2020 Erika Cristal |
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Added on July 12, 2020 Last Updated on July 13, 2020 Author
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