#misspelled
How would you now,
If you're favorite line in a poem,
Was nothing but a tiepo,
Your favorite writer forgo to catch,
Maybe I'm a typo to,
Just a random squigigle on the page,
A little piece of see glass in the waves.
Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 10:30 AM UTC
It'is awful-e clere,
Righting just write.
En a langauge like t-his,
Culd bee, quiet confuseing.
Jan 5, 2025
Jan 5, 2025 at 3:51 PM UTC
Flying in the skying so bule and wide
diving and swooping through branches so fast,
zooming past widnows and houses and cats.
Licking their lips and ready to pounce,
claws like switchblades silce the air.
Feathers ruffled and muffled and shuffled
dirfting to the ground weaving to and fro.
-AM
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 12:47 AM UTC