Nicholas Iksel Poems

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1.
Thistling

My fingers find no solace at pen to paper,
yet my mind beckons to finish the caper.

No heart can endure such quizzical receptions,
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2.
Can't Come Over

I must confess, I am a mess.

A nose of quivers, a head without dress,
yes, even my toes wiggle much less.
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