A little critique of critics;
their last line the next predicts.
With none to explain,
they poke and complain.
But the hardened unfazed by pricks.
~*~
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A little critique of critics;
their last line the next predicts.
With none to explain,
they poke and complain.
But the hardened unfazed by pricks.
~*~
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I woke today the sky was gray,
not a speck of blue in sight.
Plans may change or rearrange,
though together the day’s bright.
The sun will set with no regret,
and in your eyes I’ll see starlight.
Evening embraced with you I’m graced,
till dreams follow of our day’s delight.
~*~
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