painted poet

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Votes 78
Parts 43
Time 24m

Reads 265
Votes 78
Parts 43
Time 24m

What memories give me grief or gratitude,
    Tempts my firey attitude, 
    comes to my mind In the wee hours of night
    Or of the mornings first blinking light,
    
    The second edition to my collection of fragments, 
    pulled together like bits of stained glass, 
    By the hands of a paper girl, now stained with watercolors, 
    And covered in nicks from the grassAll Rights Reserved

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What memories give me grief or gratitude,
    Tempts my firey attitude, 
    comes to my mind In the wee hours of night
    Or of the mornings first blinking light,
    
    The second edition to my collection of fragments, 
    pulled together like bits of stained glass, 
    By the hands of a paper girl, now stained with watercolors, 
    And covered in nicks from the grass

43 parts