The Lost End
So I don’t want to admit
So I still want to be proud
I’m unto my limit
And definitely,
I don’t want to shout aloud.
I do,
Do say ditto!
Yes, I do
Because you’d say ditto!
I know.
… I will hear none.
I feel.
… all is done.
I’d say ditto
when you do.
Yes.
Ditto!
So indeed you want to tell
So you’d hear.
There’s no drama to sell
Do not fear.
It’s official. I am writing again. My first poem or second among the many to come. I’m free now. Hey B… it’s for you. *wink*
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