Shakia Tellers
Friday, August 12, 2011
SMALLEST things we fail to do come back to be our regrets. C?C?
Doesn't really work for me. The s's weren't terrible, but when I got to the second line I was like "gimmick, gizmo, gamble, game, get gone guys" and it stopped being poetry.
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