Wednesday, August 17, 2022

Poem Number Twenty-- Just Kidding, It's Not a Poem.

 It's me again! So what did you think? Do you like my soul, universe? I poured it out on paper just for you. Tell me, when you saw my small existence brought into the world by such a mighty Creator, did you think that I would not proclaim? Did you think I would not scream the truth for all to hear. My voice is a trumpet and a triumph, universe. So, quite frankly, suck it. 

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