(Poem #274 on new numbering scheme)
My head is full of nonsense words. In fact, I like it so. They swirl around and cluster up, and spill out, fast and slow.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
(Poem #274 on new numbering scheme)
My head is full of nonsense words. In fact, I like it so. They swirl around and cluster up, and spill out, fast and slow.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.