What is the trick to get it nice and flowy?
Like a light drizzle of golden honey melting on a crisp warm toast.
Is it a dirty limerick, a sad elegy, or a satirical prose, which can garner the much-desired attention from the young ‘n’ old folks?
Huh, the never-ending doubts that trouble a writer’s noddle!
The underlying fear of her art being rejected as sentimental twaddle.
Written for In Other Words, twaddle…
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