A game, a play, how fun. Invite me? Yes please!
Of games; my brain follows quite slow, no yes!
Wander to sleep, wonder to wake, yes no.
No trust, all sus. Beware! Go out, careful.
A form my eyes do see. A ghost, I fear.
Right there, it looks and feels like a willow,
But it does move and sway like the ocean.
There is no right, no wrong, in the word game.
Beauty, allure, glamor, polish, critique.
This is a site for my verbal vomit,
No one must read, some one might read, no bother!
I let my brain seep out onto this post.
Practice practice practice practice practice.
This did once start as utter nonsense, but now;
I do edit, to fit a metric line.
Tis fun, tis fun, enjoy I do. But really:
I just sound less Shakespeare, more Yoda.
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