My blocks they come and go
as all can see, and know
rhyme and words awry
all to do, is cry
It happens happenstance
without a warning or a glance
fumbling and frazzled be
my mind a frayed refugee
I'll plod along the morass
eventually it will pass
a click and fit repose
gliding as it goes
Never ever quit
they'll one day slide and fit
lines and prose with ease
you've caught poetry
disease
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC
My blocks they come and go
as all can see, and know
rhyme and words awry
all to do, is cry
It happens happenstance
without a warning or a glance
fumbling and frazzled be
my mind a frayed refugee
I'll plod along the morass
eventually it will pass
a click and fit repose
gliding as it goes
Never ever quit
they'll one day slide and fit
lines and prose with ease
you've caught poetry
disease
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