Again it is existentially diminished it's trail
being as Ursala, phenomenally unbalanced to find
a way, without pheromones tail of spears.
These hers, it's trail mixed with other crumbs, one
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Sometimes I think I know what you're trying to say, but then I realize I don't have a clue! A word of caution, whoever you are in the Bowery Poets Club, learn some basic skills in poetry! No matter what some of these schmucks on this site say, you gotta have a good grasp of the language and some kowledge of basic poetic techniques to write a half-way decent poem! Good fortune, sirrah!
Very busy and hungry little ants I think. Great mind bending poem here. God Bless, Linda
ive been reading your poems i like them i just havent been on in a while i really like this you should keep on writing mabey it will inspire me more than you already have