My dad never grew up from that toddler stage of the world revolving around him, throwing tantrums, and not being able to care for others. :D

Also, I am very pro keep your inner child alive, so don't get the wrong idea. That's what I meant by for good.

(This note was written by a wrench with a cool-mint stench. It's favorite place was a bench.)

Sorry if the last part was confusing

(This note was written by someone's autocorrect in their brain malfunctioning a lot. I know many like this.)

Good morning everyone! I hope we all had a happy holiday yesterday, whether it was Christmas day or the start of Hanukah.

I think it'd be a cool thing to try out. Let me know if you guys are interested.
If you would like to participate, write up a line for the poem and email it to me at hardisonabbott@gmail.com. Make sure to include your name or pen name in the email that way I can credit you. I will arrange the lines in a way that makes sense to read.
Thanks guys.
Name of the poem is pending if you guys have ideas let me know, please forward this to anyone who you'd think would be interested, I want to make this a real thing.