delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
Druthers - Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
to be tossed flailing in a fiery furnace
or be bit by that insect the deadly earnest....
I know which choice I'd make...do you?
PoemHunter, by opting to eliminate the forum which had inspired communication/information/ideation, etc. was a serious mistake that, as well as asking us to adhere to ridiculous and inane rules regarding many aspects of writing has made this site, in the main, both boring and irrelevant....a shame, that...used to be fun here! !
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
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