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I love to channel styles
My stylo in hand,
Warm and sweaty
In spite of windows frosty.
Street lights dare omens
Yet ink flows in barrels
Across minds eye carosel,
Carriage of a type writer woman.
I love to channel voices
My throat open like a door
Wood expanding in Summer,
Stuck, though willing noises.
My stylo in hand,
Warm and sweaty
In spite of windows frosty.
Street lights dare omens
Yet ink flows in barrels
Across minds eye carosel,
Carriage of a type writer woman.
I love to channel voices
My throat open like a door
Wood expanding in Summer,
Stuck, though willing noises.
Published 29th Dec 2021
Author's Note
Just some quatrains. From a post I read, someone said something about the poet channeling another poets style and I had to write about it on the spot. I love doing that. Lol.
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