For I am no Shakespeare
I've never read his poem
Ok that's a lie Mid Mid Summers night dream
The only one that sold me
Ok another lie I didn't have to tell
If Romeo and Juliet could surely break this spell
That I'm under for far too long
For I am getting tired
As some gery hearts get cold
Yesterday's of past grows slowly old
Hey you, truly my only
For I wish you didn't stone me
That's ok I understand
Sometimes you've got to just disband
Remember now looking back
There was sadness on the track
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NUXIIITHIRTEEN Introduction
PoetryThis book is the first of 15 books that I have been working on with this being an introduction. All with 26 poems each. Thirteen representing my birthday and twenty-six representing the whole number and poetry completing me. By the end my goal is to...
