My poem

This poem rhymes all of the times
Because I cannot talk well
This poem has a lot of
Pauses
AndjoltsandjumpsandsometimesBuMpS
Because I cannot walk well

Sometimes my writing shrieks and then the words
Rush down the isles
And sometimes my brain lags behind 
Each
Phrase
Travelling
Miles

Sometimes riting's rilly hard
And I mayke spellink errirs
But now words roil prolifically
Not liable for terrors

I put a little bit of me
Into every poem I write
And because I am tired
The last word is 
Goodnight

 

ZoeBee

VT

19 years old

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