A Poet Poese Poetess
What are you a man or mouse or female prose maker rhyming making poems not prose but real live poems making nouns meaning what they say and never in verbal disagreement. Your adjectives are where they are supposed to be and your contractions all have marks. Your conjunctions fit the content and the poem looks so nice. The ideas come from Science Fiction unbidden springing from the hidden well we keep them. Universes in your mind and only one love inside your heart is mine. True love is lets the person go to be themselves if she returns then love was there. IN every written word ewe write eye see myself somewhere to the side of them iff not directly mentioned there outright. Your Verbage is the word that eye was looking for invariably you make the poem bleed and howl when it was stated from your heart a universe apart from head when stating verbiage again. For now eye drop the things that are depressing mee the lost Christmasses and Birthday wishes the lost Holidays when no one seemed to care for eye become just love in each and every day a poem yes a poet lost in love for someone special in his heart now ewe deicide dear gentle reader ewe is this the one ewe want to love. A Poet Poese Poetess for ewe.
What are you a man or mouse or female prose maker rhyming making poems not prose but real live poems making nouns meaning what they say and never in verbal disagreement. Your adjectives are where they are supposed to be and your contractions all have marks. Your conjunctions fit the content and the poem looks so nice. The ideas come from Science Fiction unbidden springing from the hidden well we keep them. Universes in your mind and only one love inside your heart is mine. True love is lets the person go to be themselves if she returns then love was there. IN every written word ewe write eye see myself somewhere to the side of them iff not directly mentioned there outright. Your Verbage is the word that eye was looking for invariably you make the poem bleed and howl when it was stated from your heart a universe apart from head when stating verbiage again. For now eye drop the things that are depressing mee the lost Christmasses and Birthday wishes the lost Holidays when no one seemed to care for eye become just love in each and every day a poem yes a poet lost in love for someone special in his heart now ewe deicide dear gentle reader ewe is this the one ewe want to love. A Poet Poese Poetess for ewe.
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