'Poetry Is…' - Poem by Matthew Soriano
The people that don't talk a lot are the people you have to look out for Like a spider they wait and wait for some 'know it all person' to fall into their home. They'll wait for the person to stop talking and the 'BOOM' end of the line! The spider starts to rap the dumbstruck person in truths and facts on what they did wrong in life. When the spider is done spinning the person can't talk, think, or blink. All the other incense stands in shock and amazed that this little spider took down the bee cunning and powerful bites of truth and hate. And this is why quite people are better with words!
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