The ebb and flow of streaming prose
Does show itself behind my nose
And through my pen to paper again
In ink that shows until it slows.
Then only do I stop-when I gaze below
Upon my worldly crop I've composed.
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Not From Chicago.
PoesiaThis is a collection of my best poetry in my opinion! I hope you enjoy, whoever may paint their eyes over the letters and words I've arranged! PS-This book includes poems from "A World In Words" by yours truly. Go check out the other book, if you li...
