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HUNTING FOR WORDS

Be very very quiet because
I am hunting for wordsĀ 
for my new poem woundering
though woods of my mind
With me pen and paperĀ 
Hunting for that prose or verse
A word to rhyme for i have theĀ 
time and climb every mountain
And my prime goal is no crime
to hunt for my wordsĀ 
where every i go i see and hear
Word and hold it in my mindĀ 
I will find my word i am a POET!!!
hunting for wordsĀ 

Ā 

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Jill Tait

Lol just like me forever on the hunt!!! šŸ¤£ā¤ļøšŸ’™ā¤ļø

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Jim "The Lad" ....

Great wonderful creative concept! I'll be quiet now..............Jim

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Greg Etsell

are GOV none of them
no where the words areĀ 

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Greg Etsell

Yes that was my greatest poem ever wrote Took me a months to think of that poem I think it turned out well don’t think

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Shaun Cronick

Greg I read twice this and agree with your sentiments for hunting for words, the right one is a trek that seems to go on forever.
For your poem really hits home and hits whatever one is writing it's literary nail on the head as well.
Superb to read and we have all been there and will again.
And great to see the determination in your writing where failure is not an option, just get out there and seek and eventually rewards will arrive.
Thanks for sharing my friend and sometimes is is not easy but sometimes the good times it all falls into place.

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