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Surrounded by the scraps of art,
My floor is now littered
With screwed up pages that contain
Half written sentences that died
A crumpled, short life
On the cross of unsatisfactory.

O how I hate my idiosyncrasy,
As I look for a rhyme that rhymes with rhyme.
Alliteration, sometimes comes by accident
Or my metaphor falls short of understanding.

Of course, I could just let it go as it is...

But that is not me.

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The following comments are for "O How I Hate My Idiosyncrasy"
by ograd77

of deliverance
The struggle is felt, friend. Keep it up. you're not alone.


( Posted by: pablowilliams [Member] On: May 10, 2015 )

Don't Make a Habit of Muddy Rivers
If it doesn't flow...
Let it go...
Poetry is a river

( Posted by: awhippingflame [Member] On: May 11, 2015 )

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