Poetry: "Lessons"
All the Lessons that I missed
Razed my Dreams like a closed fist
All the times that I felt 'Dissed'
Goodbye success, without a kiss
My agonies, I have a List
Lack of skills have formed a Mist
So I can;t help but feeling pissed
But perhaps my story has a twist
Most days I sup on Breads of grist
But I never play a game like whist.
"Autumn"
The Beauty of Autumn
It's not falling leaves
Not pumpkins, Thanksgiving nor e'en Hallowe'en
Hot as the summer
Cool as the Fall
Autumn's so gorgeous
In Love I could fall... (tbc?)
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