The very foundation,
of all communication,
alphabets form words,
words fly like birds.
Out onto the blank page,
expressed in joy or due sage.
Word flame flowing,
great game doing.
Oh great word,
fly thrill bird.
Launch us out,
word thrill route.
After all is said and done,
bless our words, we be gone.
Brain cells dead,
words still read.
Our thinking,
in true inking.
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Hopefully my work will be read after I am dead cremated and gone!!
Hopefully then people might realize who I really was deep inside!!
Not just a funny face that every one takes for granted now!!
Love Tinka