Forgotten are many smirks and smiles I've lined,
so many pages of written words of foolish kind.
Laugh a tear and stomach a grab,
keeled over the lines and laughs I've had.
These lines I write to uplift myself,
they are mine I put them on the up front shelf.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 6th, 2026 06:05
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Comments1
Nicely composed the words of a true poet that writes for himself and not for praise. Well done and a fave
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