"Nothing For Anybody"
As I Blunder, I Am Pushed Asunder.
Round, And Down Under.
Throw Out A Lot Of Trash.
Collected For Cash.
Creation Sitting In Its Own Shadow.
She Gets To Casting A Good Magical Spell.
There Is No Rhyme Or Reason.
It is The Season.
It Makes No Difference.
In A Poetry' Rhyme.
I Do Too Much Writing And Not Enough Reading.
Such A Miserly Mensch.
Sleeper, Wake Up!
Funny Thoughts And Laughter's Laughs.
I Write In The Words Of All The Rock Stars' Minds.
Love Is A Multiple Mirror.
Insanity Sucks.
Mentally Ill's Are Nice People.
Shut Down All Of My Windows.
In A Town Of Disgrace.
Jon Billet -02/07/16
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