Poems from moon.bookworm

Pensync dropped in front of people One by one they click open Click, click, click Pens that create Create letters, create words Pieces of...
Phones everywhere Babies, kids, teens, adults, elderly Everywhere I look there's a phone Students, teachers, drivers, policemen, firemen...
The hooves pound My oh my do they pound  On that hard, frozen ground The wind through that beautiful mane The wind through the rider's...
What am I? Who am I? Those simple questions have the most difficult answers They may seem easy after finding the answers But the...
There is no such thing as perfect Only imperfect We all have imperfections My imperfections make me me I see these as raw beauty  I see...

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