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Like one of those adventure games where you go off questing in different directions but you don’t advance like the others. You earn pretty medallions gallantly while other players buy, sell and trade at market to get ahead without moving an inch. Slow burn…hey? You’d rather keep your dignity, or try to figure out their game. That’s where you really get lost. Game full of misdirects leads right back to start over and over. You could have stayed on your quest. Now, you have this.

Redacted, censored, gaslighted…must be doing something right, my old boss would say. I’m not a sociopath, he tells himself. Equal parts, then? Mom should have had me tested. Because, life of turmoil produces stuff like this. Not going to call it beautiful agony…it gets a bit ugly.Tap on them. It’s part of the quest…see where I’ve been; see who I am:


         
                   
                                       
                   
                   
        
         


Right. I redact myself. The beautiful mess you made. Who are you?
If I’ve been denied the right of knowledge, I’ve earned the right to judge.
         |
Without knowledge, who’s to judge?
         |
No gavel; no voice.

"...politely reedy but ambitiously eclectic—moving effortlessly from hen-picking and bottleneck slides to a full deck of chucka-chucka rhythm figures."

I had a lover's quarrel with the world - Robert Frost

         |
I'm sorry you got caught in the middle.

*Neurodivergent poet.
*Don’t judge/hate. I love.
*Honesty without mincing words.
*Dump your prejudice outside my door. Hope you leave it on the way out.
*Nothing to fear but people who surround themselves with rules, can’t be touched.
*Real dialogue accepted.

My words collect, arrange on a kaleidoscope spectrum. The true experience/acknowledgment of my writing yet to come...long after I’ve left WDC, am dead, or both.

Truly been a blessing, but I've been pushing it — envelope, push world and all inhabitants away, push buttons to find boundaries, having no clue or told where they lie, where I've lived in your dark. Now and then, push dirt out of this hole; someone/thing/entity might envision me the way I need to be viewed. (if I knew what that was. Cryptic, I know. Try living in my dark, find comfort amid the strange, virtual walls that tempt me to try).
*The parenthetical lawyer up?



Foot free, I’m all over the place.
 
"Note: Poetry: life’s little interruptions amassing int..."
 

Best Poetry Collection 2X, nominated three years. What does it mean? I was enjoying myself, head bagged. A happy idiot. Something messed with that. I won’t be a coward; not starting feuds or wars over ideals and beliefs. We all know that’s a pile of crap packaged with dreams of pretty things to sell the next boob that walks by. *Clown*

Been more than I could imagine or expect. My achievements aren’t going on a LinkedIn wall. But, I get it. You're sick of me. It's how I feel about myself when I dig deeper, push boundaries. Don’t care my words that aim for honesty, either brave or veiled cowardice, flinchingly flung, inadvertently hit a target. Get a back off shoulder shot for asking your motivations to write…won’t get me to bend over backwards to appease, again.

There’s no prize to eye, not properly incentivized. So, does it mean when dealt the worst two cards before the flop, do the best with what you got? Yeah, rigged. Yeah, other tables — other ‘games’. But, something in my gut I’ll never be rid.



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I don’t submit because it’s too much work. Truly alone, know no one cares to show they believe/support me. Lip service feeds delusion. I’ve seen a lot of smoldering and snow. Try not be cynical, work hard at openness and consideration — work, sooo…gut thing.

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Love my process constructing and sharing visions in words collected (no small task considering personal and physical limitations, see below).


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No specific aim going forward (2014)

 
What I used to say: 'Maybe, I just don't get it. Watch me fumble with my version of reality, expose ignorance as truth. You don't have to get me, either. But, wish someone would explain me to myself.' Now I say: *Cool* *FacePalm* Now: I was such a whore.
 


*Laugh*This is old….
What? Oh, this? A rhetorical, self-motivational speech I'm working on.
Don't just read the parts to construct your theory, as if to confirm (construed out of context) your opinion, mentally-stunted Neanderthal. Therapist wants me to be less negative toward myself. I see it as attacking, rather than being defensive. Fear I will chomp too many bullets unintentionally sent toward the unsuspecting.
If you can be triggered for stupid reasons, then I?
…just looked like me rolling around on the floor with myself.*RollEyes*
             



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Who am I, you ask? My mirror knows that question, repeated daily.

Just trying to create a little buzz, not boost my ego.

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February 22, 2023 at 8:48pm
February 22, 2023 at 8:48pm
#1045367
Tune Me

Slightly out of tune
discord plays daily
Black keys please my ears best
Your forehead wrinkles

Tune me
Guide my hands
over cobblestone white
building soft, fluffy melodies
your discerning ears yearn in dream

Layers of dust
pollen to these boards
mingle with hardened flesh
— impale sharp, plunge within my chest —

Tune me
Guide my eyes
to part your cloud heavens
Teach me golden dreams where you rest

If this is rust
heart repurposed
bleeds for rare return the best
Soul drum of syrup I’ll purge for you

So, tune me
Rhapsodic melodies urge
long your tender hands on mine
Teach me on my playground your tender sex

What purpose
all I’m feeling
decomposing
my hard words
in soft tune?
When iron rusts?




They break your heart unaccustomed to your form. Words inform, spoken could mean even more.

Author Note
February 20, 2023 at 9:31am
February 20, 2023 at 9:31am
#1045131


Maybe, inspiration will come. In a rut/funk now…been.

https://www.quotev.com/quiz/13568704/What-is-your-kryptonite

I got: Uncommitted
If this is your kryptonite, you might hesitate when faced with situation that require dedication to a particular long-term goal. Often, this term is used for romantic relationships, but it can be used for any other areas of life. Being unable to make commitments can be troublesome, because this inability can cause failure in any sort of relationship, ambitions, and work. You might find that you can’t stay in a relationship for longer than a few weeks, or you can’t follow the same daily routine you have planned for yourself for longer than a week. Perhaps you get bored or tired easily. You lose motivation quicker than you gain it.

The perks of this kryptonite is that you have the desire for change. This allows you to experiment with new ideas, so you gain more knowledge, and open up your mind. So, being uncommitted is not so entirely bad, and it’s perfectly understandable.
February 17, 2023 at 12:58pm
February 17, 2023 at 12:58pm
#1044995
Forest Nights Sensed

I had waking nightmares mustache hairs were trying
to shake hands with the gray nose outcrop
reaching low, while wily eyebrows wound like winter vines
spiky-hung to look in any open cave.

Ear hairs collectively sang a chorus in their cramped theater.
Little space for any other sound to wedge within,
when I did not hear you. Eyes strained in an antique white-walled room,
scrutinizing pale lips, your dilated orbs, well spaced
from furred furrows silent arced language.
A protracted scene induced rising, flooding in chambers.
Clogged heart suffocating, breath going out
did not receive good molecules in return. My hands trembled
but did not bridge a division growing without
and I could smell everything with a grease-fried, crisp tongue,
skewered.

Oxygen rained on a weathered, soft canopy. Moist and humid,
loss resurrected my soft spine, straightened at shoulder,
spanning out to search your grace, touch skin in dark,
when I woke.

I have yet to find you in these forest nights.

2.17.23


New title a little too contrived, on the nose, poem all together too confusing, some or all of the preceding?

I went live before I had a satisfying edit…not sated yet.
February 11, 2023 at 8:15pm
February 11, 2023 at 8:15pm
#1044635
The Quiet Quirks Of Grown Up Kittens

There’s no one here to laugh
when I walk down the hallway towards the bathroom
and see a pair of green eyes gleam from the sometimes habitué
in shadowed dark
above the edge of our bathtub
and say
“hey bud,
I see you’re in your fortress of solitude.“

so much of me is wasted, words that drift
into the paint of these walls,
gathering above my head,
unabsorbed.

The walls or the words?

Does it matter?


2.11.23

Some Refrain In The Membrane:
I’m gonna fill up that blog
Fill up that, fill up that
Fill up that blog…

with every last remaining thought

I’m long past due time to stop seeing therapists
who won’t meet me in their office
I’ve got a simple blog with few replies that will suffice

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A book is coming…I keep telling myself…as all kinds of arbitrary deadlines near & pass…like blaring traffic. So, there’s that.
February 11, 2023 at 12:38am
February 11, 2023 at 12:38am
#1044592
unpreserved
something, something, neurodivergent

whenever the words swirl a storm
inside my head
they attach
like snowflakes in the upper atmosphere
before they fall
heavy as eyelashes
weave within the white
without sound
without hesitation
enveloped and forgotten
and onto the next unique batch of crystals
forming, reforming isotopes
of a beautifully ignorant mind
that cannot possibly construct
two thoughts alike
as properly parsed patterns
so others will understand —
know the beautiful torment

submerged skies prepare
until the next gas station fill up
of frosted bakery
fresh perked java

I'll idle in my bed
I'll idle in my head
I'll idle 'til I'm dead
if i can avoid each of you, and

forget every beautiful snowfall
dreams that melt
unpreserved
unbonded by words of yours.



2.10.23
30 lines, or 32 if we count title and caption
free verse

why can't i paint a picture of my pain for you so you can grieve for me,
so i know it's okay for me to weep, too.

about impetus on another momentary soul search happenstance

sounding a bit fatalistic as a neurotypical

much ado about snowflakes
February 7, 2023 at 9:28am
February 7, 2023 at 9:28am
#1044395
Our house shook.
         You --
comforted by lightning
and thunder
         Grounded,
struck by the flashes.
Rattled
like the large window panes,
My weak putty and blade
         could apply.

Years saturated,
stagnant water
trapped in our walls,
released a torment…

Plaster
Carpet
Wood
Sogged.

When we tried to repair
         despair
         regret
we lived so
         careless
         ignorant.

And there’s still rumbling
         Building
As you delight in coming event
We could burn

But this hollow house
         full of oxygen
smolders
         squashes a spark

No blaze forthcoming.

Our house shook.
I’m unsettled
and can’t settle noise
inside four walls

My roof overhead
could tumble down.


2.10.23

Bit more epic than ventured. Something I’ve been working on last few days, not a spurious offering. I forget the impetus but get the pulse, with each word building into…something?

https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/sog
February 6, 2023 at 4:50pm
February 6, 2023 at 4:50pm
#1044363
Master Of Flies
no innocence spared

I know who or what I’ll hunt when humanity devolves.
I do not wait.
I choose not to idle, to be struck first.
The time to wonder is before a world on fire.
Sticks sharp, traps ready will set.

Blood they’ll thirst. I’ll not crave.
Mind nightly maps each coming conflict
and possible outcomes.
Glass will be dull,
deep shoved in cavernous heads.
None will mount sticks.
Flies will not feast where I flourish,
but on red streets of my victims.

They die by my hand.
I’m undead, killed by them lifelong.
I spared breath for muscle.
Sinew strong,
I’ll flex and strike again
and again. No graves for them.
They left me in rubble.
I hide in ruby.
Will rise from boulder crushed to pebble
and dust. Life grinds,
even now.

The end could be near. Sharpen your sticks.
You think you have just cause to fight,
to the teeth? To your death?
I have no use for you as you for a master
after I was dead.


2.6.23

A Grindhouse Joint

Revisiting “Lord Of The Flies” day after tormenting day and making my mind up about something.
February 6, 2023 at 3:43pm
February 6, 2023 at 3:43pm
#1044357

Week 31 PPC

Week 32 PPC

Week 33 PPC

Week 34 PPC




February 5, 2023 at 9:04pm
February 5, 2023 at 9:04pm
#1044320
Penguins, with their black and white tuxedo appearance, always look like they’re ready to impress the ladies. But for Adelie and Gentoo penguins, they also need the perfect pebble to seal the deal. These penguins live on rocky shores and prize these small stones to build their nests during mating season. During courtship, a male penguin will find the smoothest pebble to give to a female as a gift. If she likes the offering, she’ll place it in the nest and the two will continue building up their little pebble mound in preparation for the eggs. Of course, “pebble envy” remains a problem for some male penguins who just can’t find the right rock on their own. Instead, they will steal the best-looking pebbles from another penguin and pawn them off as their own.

For some species of whale, songs are their romantic gesture of choice. Whales rely heavily on sound to communicate in the water. And when mating season rolls around, male humpback whales will belt out amorous tunes to woo a female. Some research even suggests that males will start to weave complex syntax into songs to convey more information to a potential mate. But, there are always other males ready to imitate successful song styles to win over their own crushes.

Sea otters lie on their backs when they’re in need of a deep doze, but their prone position also creates the perfect excuse to hold paws with their significant otter. Sea otters will either grab on to each other, or wrap themselves up in kelp, to keep from drifting apart at sea while they rest. But, it’s not all hearts and roses when it comes to mating season. Sea otters are polygynous, meaning a single male can mate with several females. This usually results in fierce competition between males to land a female.

Reproduction for seahorses is a delicate dance in which males and females aim to be perfectly in sync with each other. Studies have shown that seahorse couples will court for several hours, swimming side by side to mirror each other’s movements. The longer two partners are together, the more successful they become at breeding. After mating, the male prepares to do what very few animals, including humans, are capable of doing for their lady. Male seahorses will carry up to 1,500 eggs in his pouch for about 45 days, leaving the females to relax until her babies are ready to be born.

Monogamous French angelfish are rarely without each other: In fact, they’re almost always observed in pairs. Together, they must jointly defend their feeding territory from other hungry fishes, showing that teamwork helps build stronger bonds with your loved one. If they happen to drift apart, their reunion involves behavior known as “carouseling,” circling around each other as a kind of greeting.

Maybe this will inspire you to poeticize a sea creature…like the Penguin…this month, here:

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https://oceana.org/blog/sea-creatures-keep-love-alive-romantic-gestures/


February 3, 2023 at 12:04pm
February 3, 2023 at 12:04pm
#1044147


It's February
forgive me for not dining on the buffet
that is addictive chocolate
severed blooms destined to wither
in heart shaped vases, stored in dark,
hidden coves of souls for months, to years, but...unrelated...


Hollow*Bullet*graphic

Socialism bad.
Capitalism good?

Socialism bad?
Capitalism good.

Been bouncing ideals on my tender knee mindlessly
ignorantly
eternally

Farmers need 4 dollars for a crated Styrofoam carton of eggs
Electric cars no go in this climate prone to snow

Can you bounce that?
Too heavy.

Get out of the way.
Where am I going with this?

Don’t speak to them?
Don’t speak to me.

Candy for them.
Liquor for me?

Interactive role play.
Candy crushed?

Live internally?
Don’t live in this reality, because

we're all pawns in a holo-
graphic universe

try chewing on that?
and what the hell is that supposed to mean?

when we are made of chocolate
when we die as red roses?

we brightly ingest
we burn for surprise of wondrous, torment of perfect, dilated eyes

we fail and find dirt?
sorry, it had to end this way

this is only the beginning of the end
i could have sworn I was real
i really thought you were, too

who am i to say?

i'm no cosmologist or physicist
but practicing behaviorist
winding my way through the sewage
to get to dry dust.

this must be survival?



2.3.23

something random and epic (like the shared song) that's pasted from multiple poetic efforts that come up short on own, lacking a hook like the vocal warbling of the nice TTB singer lady.

I can add, edit or delete later, since this is all real and yet not. No, feels kinda dun.

and that's about as heavy as it gets...add whatever emoji to dumb down as I sundown (sorry, I tried).
Can't make it better.

Is this where the poem ends? Or did it end on me when you stopped reading??

my apologies to Tedeschi Trucks. Blog space is limited.
January 27, 2023 at 11:38pm
January 27, 2023 at 11:38pm
#1043767
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Ollie Ollie oxen free.
Physi-physi-ognomy
Bright sparkle our dead wood.
Catch homunculi if I could.

Over over red rover.
The ball hides in the clover.
On which side of the house
Will I catch myself a mouse.

Cans now kicked down lonely road.
Burden, an invisible load.
No games or friends again today.
Mothers called them all away.



12 lines, traditional rhyming
1.28.23

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olly_olly_oxen_free

Physiognomy
Homunculus
January 27, 2023 at 11:02am
January 27, 2023 at 11:02am
#1043741
The truck is broken
it’s snowing
Alex needs the car for work tonight

the truck stays in the garage tonight
can’t employ it on these roads
maybe we’ll give Alex a ride to work

engine light appeared on the truck this morning
and the roads are a mess
don’t want Alex in the ditch again with that car

I’m done paying to repair this truck
supposed to get us through another winter
can less afford risk to Alex in that car

why can’t I trust a truck?
what peril new snow on roads?
what good is a car that fails, too?

how are you and your aging truck?
how’s the weather?
how am I to care for that boy and these vehicles?

I should buy something new
We should move from this zone
Alex needs to be on his own
I could get him a truck
move to Arizona
with a car that has its share of repairs, too

have you seen truck prices?
this weather?
this debt growing each day and night?

I remember when I wasn’t ready to grow up
when cars weren’t equipped for these roads
when dad always bailed me out, or you


1.27.23
January 24, 2023 at 10:21am
January 24, 2023 at 10:21am
#1043600
i view you as if for the last
is it the last?

i listen light
heart tightening
clutched for you

i yearn hold holographic vision
before revision

i touch soft singular screen
pixeled vision fading

i savor again as you go out
licked light


on my porch joined
cinnamon stick stirs a black tea

in rockers reclined, rest
dust creeps sour eyes stung, as night hung

to bed
shall i dream of you instead?


1.24.23
does it end here?
there's always a parting shot.

the past will be repast will be past
in this paste thickening

2.14.23 edited structure with couplets primarily instead of consistent three-line stanzas to eliminate need for punctuation in places calling for it. does it end here comment added as two lines.
January 17, 2023 at 10:50am
January 17, 2023 at 10:50am
#1043251
We Are False

I am false

I like to say we
so I don’t feel alone

but I
am alone

We are false


1.7.23
January 16, 2023 at 12:59pm
January 16, 2023 at 12:59pm
#1043211
Tangled (fanciful) Flight

I held your knotted tail
flat cotton flow
with wind whipping me
                   wound and bound
teething a tether
                   seething struggle
in frantic flight
                   fight
                                       for futuristic visions
                   heralded horizons headlong
hopeful
to climb your crafted kite
                   surf
bright breezes
in twittered twilight
                   tearful
to ascend as near
as far
         as this will go

to whatever heaven now exists

attached to your rope
soothing tassel twirling
twisted up, tangled
                   verses sung, flung to vacuous clouds

where are my ears?
here is your clown
should we descend gently
to Aramis ground

who is the tapestry?
how heavy as a rug

what strength wind
to take flight in black?
eyes fear even the imaginary
delude reality

tickling red demons
bite false flesh
carry off as food
                   thought that sailed                    away
before buried
soft in sand.



40 lines free verse
1.16.23
1.24.23 major structure and grammar edits

Aramis
January 14, 2023 at 8:45am
January 14, 2023 at 8:45am
#1043112
i'm in my hole
in my box
in the ground
approximately
six feet down
because i've dug
and dug
decades long
waiting for a long
dirt nap

but there's frost
and cardboard won't suffice
i'll be ice
before spring thaws

i'm in my garage
be-dimmed
with hammer and nails
and do it yourself
coffin kit

knotted pine
in gray heaps
hovers over cement dry
on two-by-fours

and there are instructions
this may take awhile

but eventually
I'll be fine
when it's time
if we ever know
when that is, and if
i'll need help
lowering down

for now
my hole is a time share
i rent
52 weeks a year

hope the earth
doesn't swallow up
before then

they all mock me
like Moses

the flood already came
and went
I'm just waiting
for the next


1.14.23
137 words of free verse. not long. not long like 30 lines sounds.

Dew Drop Edit

from 'living in the margins of minutia', an as-yet, ill-conceived book title of aspiring averageness.

I've gone through periods of this before. There are spats of blog entries with endless nattering of thought after thought of what did I mean by that?

let the exploration end again this morning at the drug cabinet, topped with the usual dose of caffeine.
January 13, 2023 at 11:32am
January 13, 2023 at 11:32am
#1043069
my neurodivergent brain spins like a wobbly top

counter-clockwise

is there a law (of motion) against that?
it seems 'contraindicated', yet I cannot get an 'amen'...

like punctuation now stands outside quotation marks.

be inclusive —
exclusive is the new normal
as cheerleaders and jocks once ruled courts and lunch rooms
of high-school-dom

that was dumb
i shouldn't have added that
strike that
too late
for me

save yourself
go to another room
before i babble on any further
my wash is already spun and did not include detergent

no detergent for this? post-apocalyptic title?


1.13.22

I swear, all the time i wrote, only one song looped in brain:

Heat Lightning Lyrics

standing in the fields of neverland
a book not forthcoming
as none will read
or this?

so i should be fine. but i won't scrub, sooo.

these are not the words I prepped to pen this morning:
"Note: Assumption based information can shake the found..."

my writing goes down a slippery slide, exiting with all hope of plans for what I would write or conclude writing and sending on for consideration, another day wasted in the washroom of my brain.

the abridged version is actually here:
"Note: abridged version of morning: my neurodivergent br..."

I really need the tires rotated, or to just fall off.

Poem 2 (like song No. 2 - short)

like driving a car around a corner on two wheels at perilous speed
distributing just enough weight to avoid flipping over and
not sending the car flat to four wheels (what fun in that)
until the bend meets the straight away.
even then, its tempting to keep going to see
in swerving, free-wheeling mastery
how far i can take my two ton friend for a walk down
desolate, country highway without serving my brains to the asphalt.

first thought (constructing) when I woke and couldn't go back to sleep until I arrived here to 'jot down', 'flesh out',
unable to imagine a better forum to dispense hyper-extended, manic logic that serves like two pills for unwinding,
over-processing head.

look ma! no glasses. *Geek*
need to hydrate

same day as above
“Blur” reference
January 11, 2023 at 10:25pm
January 11, 2023 at 10:25pm
#1043005
Can you follow this?

I run to the river, bright gushing,
receeding on banks delivering
smallest offspring, fuzzy.
They follow mother, but
you don't follow me
to the bench in mellow sun.

Patient. I must be patient.
They leave on a stream,
paddle soft, obedient, glide
unlike me, awkward straining
to see what's so important
that you can't come
to this trough, drink in
images I hoped you'd see,
that we could share together.

Trees hang low on this path.
You follow now, paces behind.
I point to this or that.

I've been wondering, what if
you stopped noticing
me.
I'm not small, fuzzy,
gliding
but sinking in muck
sucking my shoes to shore.

Can't get close enough
to capture one image
satisfactory enough for you, for
‘Ah, that's nice.'

You know the sun fades.
Air chills early in spring.
No jacket, you turn back
at earliest dusk when
molecules somehow absorb
twilight-soothing-aura.

Who can I choose to share
tiny little moments,
not as important as messages
with tiny images’ gleam
on a palmed instrument?

I think it's time to go home.
I want to be alone,
not to look at distraction,
but hide in reeds
from a world that needs
undivided attention.

Dishes, laundry, clean bathroom
and ready to mow the lawn
all summer long, without you
on the stoop, gazing inward.
You don't see me sweat without
someone to know my devotion
and need of return.


10.12.23
January 9, 2023 at 8:59am
January 9, 2023 at 8:59am
#1042861
Week 26 PPC

http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/naani.html

candlelight for week 27 PPC

Week 28 PPC

Week 29 PPC
Week 30 PPC




January 8, 2023 at 10:54am
January 8, 2023 at 10:54am
#1042815
I don't normally write these:


*Holly1* SILENT NIGHT *Holly2*

Savoring her holiday confection, baked
Into shapely culinary perfection,
Love melts in watering mouths with each bite.
Each precisely portioned or severed slice
Neatly adorns her colorful, festive platter
Taken out each season from that relic cabinet.

Nestled in quiet of arm chair with loaded plate,
I settle warm to bathe in tinsel-absorbed state,
Groggily drift, dream of toothsome treats digested --
Hot or cool, salty yet sweet, tender and tasty,
Tradition lives on from oil-soiled recipe cards.

           *Cookie4*    *Candy2*    *Cookie5*    *CandyCaneR*

11 lines, Christmas Acrostic
FORUM
The Bard's Hall Contest  (13+)
MARCH on with an Acrostic poem!
#981150 by StephBee
,
December, 2022

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