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Jun 2016
There’s a thing that I must tell you:
I’ll get straight to the point.
Verbs make a story,
adjectives disjoint.
Tell me a story,
of who, what, when and where.
Don’t just paint a picture
and leave me there.
Yes, the flowers are pretty
and the sun is hot.
But we all know that--
interesting, it’s not.
Your lover was beautiful.
Your mood is sad.
But please make something happen
or I’ll be fuming mad.
probably no one who needs to read this will read it
Scarlet McCall
Written by
Scarlet McCall  San Rafael
(San Rafael)   
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