Bit The Dust Poem by Linda Harnett

Bit The Dust



I just wrote a book,
Wrote a novel,
Wrote a song,
Took a picture,
Of you,

The book chapter one,
The beginning,
The end,
At the start,
Volume two.

The middle bit,
Censored, now empty,
A story of love,
And of lust,
The critic’s critique,
Never ending,
Another one,
Just bit the dust.

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