My words do get the best of me.
I know not what to do.
Scarcely can I seem to write
A line past- Stanza Two:
The ink just holds for- Clotting,
But little grief have I.
For smaller writes are all the best
With no need to sur- Pry.
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For my newer, shorter works.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem