My poems tell a story
But I post them out of order.
All this la di da in my brain - needs its own recorder.
With words - it's become a hoarder.
Or do I have a disorder?
Maybe close to the border.
Take my temp but it's my fuse that is shorter.
Prayed for a transporter
Been on back order.
Since my last trip to the border.
And then my cord got shorter.
Mind needed a reorder.
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Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 12th, 2024 15:51
- Comment from author about the poem: 29.2023.08
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Excellent use of rhyme for this piece.
Thank you
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