Dangerous times. I am a poet. Dangerous times sour like limes. I rhyme in my prime without crime. I like the sound when the rhyme is found. I need a chance to dance. I am ready already. I deserve a Nobel Prize for entertaining you with nerve. I know how to end the war andContinue reading “Dangerous times”
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