Lines of Poetry that I love, but haven't used yet. and Some other Stuff
I turn venue into avenue and play azo crosswise for a triple letter score. Old man wakes screaming. In his mind it's 1942 and the Nazis are beating down his parents door. These are two lines of poetry I wrote, but haven't used yet. I wanted to get them recorded before my sieve brain forgets it. The... Sign in to see full entry.