cheryl davis miller
Excuse Me - Poem by cheryl davis miller
If we lived in a gentler time
my words would kinder be.
The harshness of terrain these days
can get the best of me.
So please excuse the coarseness of
my language now and then,
I only mean to speak my mind
and never to offend.
The writing lets the steam off so
I don't explode; for real!
Believe me I hold most inside
else volumes I would fill.
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