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Pages of Pint-Sized Poetry
#1054541 added August 24, 2023 at 4:40pm
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| She reached her hand into her pocket Took out something, a golden locket For you, My Love, I give this gift For when you’re sad, your heart to lift I clicked the latch, the lid unlocked I looked inside, was slightly shocked There was a tiny picture of my Love Her nudity covered by a turtle dove A proud member of "Invalid Item"  "Reading soothes the soul, writing sets it free." T.J. |
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About The Author
My writing doesn't follow any set genre, it's interdependent of my mood and all that's taking place in life. I'm still finding myself, what I write constitutes the markers along the path of that journey. With time, many things will manifest in my work and perhaps I will pursue one or two genres. For now, it's not, "What type of writing is my passion?"
"Writing is my passion."
