Let’s bridge the gap between the ones who kept time and those who think with their hipsThe sands of the new shore that’s eternally temporary, lets start the fugueWhen the festival arrived, the sands never lacked eloquence, they never lacked opinionThe sands say he was imperfect, but he was generous
We have in common our curved thoughts, and our curvier words
Let’s leave Missouri and move to New YorkAnd I’ll write my poem from jailOn toilet paperAnd when I’m free I’ll put up a finger With text for the artsAnd Graduate in NY,NY
I will print anything, print print anything, but stop when I am thirteen I will print anything, print print anything, but stop when I am thirteen
Civil rights created the silly three, but lead the good fight
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I thought this was a pretty good representation of how I do creative writing. It had a lot of back story you could learn by analyzing it. It also seemed bouncy in terms of the "story" of the poem, but makes sense if you learn how I did it
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