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Stitchin' The Bitchin'
It Was Not Ever My Intent So Ill Bent
That You Did Not Hear What I Meant
My Words Were Never Clever Hell Sent
Clearly Merely With Deep Meaning Lent
Time Was Not A Line Written To Indent
Nor Censor Pressure Consciously Spent
Argumentation Creation Do You Feel Rent ?
That You Did Not Hear What I Meant
My Words Were Never Clever Hell Sent
Clearly Merely With Deep Meaning Lent
Time Was Not A Line Written To Indent
Nor Censor Pressure Consciously Spent
Argumentation Creation Do You Feel Rent ?
Published 22nd Jul 2020
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22nd Jul 2020 11:43pm
22nd Jul 2020 11:48pm
Thank You , Mi'Lady...
I posted it in a thread in Forum ,
which needed some mind help...
Or emotional adjustment...;)
I posted it in a thread in Forum ,
which needed some mind help...
Or emotional adjustment...;)
Anonymous
23rd Jul 2020 12:36pm
My particular brain is wired rather oddly. I'm horrible at math, directions and rhyming. So when someone can do what I know I myself struggle beyond measure at doing, it's extremely impressive. Well done.
Kudos, my kindred Blackwolf.
*tips my hat
Kudos, my kindred Blackwolf.
*tips my hat
23rd Jul 2020 3:50pm
Many Thanks , My Friend...
Words Weave Web Like From Pen And Cyberpage For Me...
I think that way normally in daily life...
The rhyme of reality flows as prose...;)
Words Weave Web Like From Pen And Cyberpage For Me...
I think that way normally in daily life...
The rhyme of reality flows as prose...;)
