"Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows." James 1:17 Word Count: 256,703 Days writing in a row: 181
Saturday, February 15, 2014
A Genius Poem That Will Someday Make Me Famous
i feel a nighttime song
creeping up on me
like a frog with a tan
singing ABC's
this poem sounds weird
no judgement please
it's late right here
and i'm all out of ideas
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