Only A Poet
one new poem. each day. one year.
18 April 2010
Doodling
Bored from this speech,
She for a pencil does reach,
And pictures starts to write
To ignore what one will teach.
Eyes rolled left to right;
On paper her fingers delight
Just to be scribbling down
Instead of picking a fight.
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