O’ you lousy poem, come out
Where do you hide yourself?
Do not make me scream or shout
Or find your tail myself
When I grab a hold of you
I’m sure someday I will
You wouldn’t know then what I’d do
Like you don’t know still
I’ve caught so many of your kind
I’m sure I’ll catch you too
Even if I was to go blind
I’ll keep hunting for you
Now I have to catch some sleep
You too may have your rest
Tomorrow morn’ you cry and weep
As I beat you as I best

Great,I love it
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Thank you.
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Aways welcome
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You’ve inspired me to start writing again. It’s so frustrating experiencing that utter lack of inspiration while at the same time being so desperate to communicate my thoughts onto a notebook. I feel ready to start digging up my mind again to write a poem! Thank you.
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You are most welcome.
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😃
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I actually couldn’t control myself laughing off my chair 😛 .
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Poems are meant to be loved, pampered, and respected; not to be treated like rats that you can catch by their tails. But this is a nice poem, quite amusing indeed!☺️
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Haha. Thanks.
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Love this. How I’m feeling most of the time.
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Thanks.
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Talent! 🌟🌟
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Thanks.
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Love this!!
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Thank you.
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😉
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You have captured the essence of creativity. We will always be searching for the tail. Great post.
John
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Thank you, John.
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What a beautiful writeup
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Thank you.
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My pleasure always
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Just loved this. So unique and amazing 🖤🖤
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Thank you.
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Welcome
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From beneath the stone it lifts its head.
Across the floor it slinks.
A slimy trail upon your bed.
Into your ear, you blink.
Is that you sweet poem, come creeping by?
It heard you mutter out,
Or some heinous thought, slick and sly,
To pack your mind with grout?
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Ah…
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O you lousy words come out to praise this work. I know you are hidden behind of that gate, hey hey don’t be so late. This work is worth of you . So come on get out you so lousy words. 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃
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This is cool.
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Thank you ❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️
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Love the rhymes, well done
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Thank you.
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Get ‘em!!
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Sure will.
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😅🙏🏼🙌🏼
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I really love this piece, Frank!! 🙂
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Thank you.
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You are welcome!!
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