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The Words Churn Words don’t line up. They twist and blur. They fight me hard. I keep tools close. Dictionaries steady me. Spell and Grammar Apps— back me up. I drag sense out. I force words through. I build poems tough. Knuckles down daily. Tools help steady. The grind is mine. The road shifts constantly. I walk it anyway. Dyslexia hits hard. I claim lines regardless. I break old styles. I forge new ones. My voice decides form. I write on, unshaken.
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Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 6:20 AM UTC
LongJohnPaulBaldry
A Poets Road
The Words Churn Words don’t line up. They twist and blur. They fight me hard. I keep tools close. Dictionaries steady me. Spell and Grammar Apps— back me up. I drag sense out. I force words through. I build poems tough. Knuckles down daily. Tools help steady. The grind is mine. The road shifts constantly. I walk it anyway. Dyslexia hits hard. I claim lines regardless. I break old styles. I forge new ones. My voice decides form. I write on, unshaken.
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