A Poet's Frustration
I would that my words soared, birdlike,
Not lie as muddy, quaint stains upon the page, turdlike.
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poetry and prose in other voices
I would that my words soared, birdlike,
Not lie as muddy, quaint stains upon the page, turdlike.
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