Trailing Words
My words trailed me as I
strolled, I could not talk
to the ones
yonder,
I was forced into solitude for
awhile, I found this a
great place to
ponder.
I had many thoughts of the
world,the proofreading
I could do for
free,
There is discretion in trailing
words, but I hate them
creeping up on
me.
Yorktown Disciple
My words trailed me as I
strolled, I could not talk
to the ones
yonder,
I was forced into solitude for
awhile, I found this a
great place to
ponder.
I had many thoughts of the
world,the proofreading
I could do for
free,
There is discretion in trailing
words, but I hate them
creeping up on
me.
Yorktown Disciple
# 11903
Quatrain of Trailing Words - 11903 - Yorktown Disciple
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Poetizing around the world
Poetizing around the world
Forced
into
solitude
into
solitude