Ferocious as a violin
whose bow knows constant friction
this morning saw the day begin
with nature’s noisy diction
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Grab a pencil and pull up a chair, this is the place for poetry!
Ferocious as a violin
whose bow knows constant friction
this morning saw the day begin
with nature’s noisy diction
The Poetry Patio