Here you you are again
Tripping up each sy sy syllable
It’s like walking a smooth path
Except, I am skipping
My in-step barely touches the dirt
Before I can form the s s sound
With each skip and st st step
I try to ease my stride
How I long for this
A fluent pace, without a scamper
For I have places to be
And thoughts that need a voice
But, yet I skip and fu fu fumble
Tripping on each stone
And each vowel, noun and sound, mostly “e”
Is skipped and repeated ******
Apr 11, 2012
Apr 11, 2012 at 10:18 PM UTC
Here you you are again
Tripping up each sy sy syllable
It’s like walking a smooth path
Except, I am skipping
My in-step barely touches the dirt
Before I can form the s s sound
With each skip and st st step
I try to ease my stride
How I long for this
A fluent pace, without a scamper
For I have places to be
And thoughts that need a voice
But, yet I skip and fu fu fumble
Tripping on each stone
And each vowel, noun and sound, mostly “e”
Is skipped and repeated ******
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