spins the brain.
Its like a pot being
by a drunk.
and my form
I try hard to maintain,
Cos I know
If I can’t
I am sunk.
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Wow.. Love this and the pictures. That whirlwind picture was me at one time… Thanks for sharing.
thank you – I always appreciate feedback – glad that picture is no longer you 🙂
excellent poem, nice form, nice flow and great honesty. I admire the poet for this piece *(nicely done) kind regards from Baldy 🙂
thanks that means a lot
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