Here is where my poems are. Come.
Dance!
Frolic!
Just a little?
Come on.
I don't see any frolicking.
Come to think of it did I spell that right?
Frolic, but frolicking.
Ugh.
English is so frustrating sometimes.
Right?
I know!
But it's just a language.
Yeah, more like a dozen languages crammed into one.
Is this the place to talk about that?
Probably not.
Why are you talking to yourself?
Because they're not frolicking.
Oi! Frolic! Now!
My Poems
Breathe 1/22/2023
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