I'M Like A Heavenly Printer Poem by Liza Sud

I'M Like A Heavenly Printer



I'm like a heavenly printer
Write what they are dictating.
Show to me the painting
and from the rude then grate it.

I dont like virtual nerves
tenacious as preserves,
Truth they cannot awaken,
bitterly are mistaken.

Friday, August 28, 2015
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