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The smallest microbes cause a fit,
in misery it dwells.
It starts with sniffs and then a sneeze
then sinus membranes swell.

My head begins to throb
and soon my eyes begin to water.
I feel the clammy chills but soon
I find I'm getting hotter.

I cannot rest my head because
I think that I might drown.
You'd think they'd have a cure by now
but colds are still around.
Ive been under the weather
but feeling much better
I am just an echo that
You sometimes holler at
Expect from me a response you see
I sometimes holler back

There's a chasm that's between
Where you and I are meant to be
Though all we know is the echo
That you have made of me
Lovely  double  rainbow  today.
One  reflecting  to  cause.
Another  weaker  one.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2017.
How important is grammar when writing?  Is it a big deal or is it something that don't really matter?
Are you a grammar police officer?
As long as I can follow and understand what your saying then it's all good.
But I do want my poems and prose to be correct.  I want the reader to be able to understand and follow what I'm saying.
A bright new future on display
At the start of each new day
In the spoken word of yes I can
With the name of Gunner Van

Bringing hope to us all
This precious gift wrapped so small
A heart beating thunder he's sure to have
This child of wonder, Gunner Van

He'll grow up strong he'll grow up tall
Hand him the world he'll take it all
There's not a word that can not be said
About the love we have for Gunner Van
My friends daughter had a son this past week.
I wrote a poem a few years back for her daughter Luna Eve and didn't want Gunner to be jealous.
There is a sharp pain in my heart,
I know not what to do with it;
pain echoes off my walls,
never a silent moment.

There is a voice in my head,
relentless and thundering;
it never ceases speaking,
it wakes the dead in me.

There is a longing in me,
ceaselessly seeking love;
I look for it in graves,
never looking up
to    the
...Cross...
I'm a failed Christian.
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