Words Jumbled

Words Jumbled short poem

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Today I’m doing a little writing,
At times it’s quite frightening.
The ink is black, the paper is moist,
I like to scratch out words, that is my choice.
A lot of thoughts gather round my head;
I fail to choose, my face turns red.

Maybe a metaphor, a pun, or some irony there,
I try to make sense, readers beware.
Long and catchy words are not my style,
well, I got no degree on me for a while.

But there is this thing I try to follow,
That the truth be told, no matter how shallow.
Now I rest my case and put down my pen,
I’ve made my point, I think I’m quite sane.

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