Blatherskite Type Poem by George BernardBloodyShaw

Blatherskite Type

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One spins one's head
When words
Were read.

Nonsensical.
No sense.
Nonsense.

Written by me
For what will be,
To the ears,
Not musical.

Words to feed fears
For me as a poet.

I'm whimsical....

Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense
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