Poem -
Them Poet Bones
These poet bones ' they smoked the water in the hazel morningÂ
This pen might spew out illicitly wicked , bullet breathe without warningÂ
Two years in a bucket , two tears sounding trumpets these poet bones walk today .
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You've got great talent mate, wish I could keep up.
Thank you so much brother ! I write as much as God allows me ?