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p><p id="5870">Are when out my arse words are spun</p><p id="76dd">Tramble is Amy-ish for typing ramble</p><p id="f022">Presactly a precise exact shamble</p><p id="63e6">When thinking is too quick for lips</p><p id="623c">Looks of facial confusion are tips</p><p id="46d0">I have muffed up what I tried to say</p><p id="5b17">Being misunderstood the price I pay</p><p id="8cbd">Concrete delivery when I write</p><p id="888c">Chance to get the message right</p><p id="ac7e">Basic words my preferred tool</p><p id="a139">Limit the gatekeepers a loose rule</p><p id="cbab">Fine words I appreciate and adore</p><p id="e2a9">Love they open the labyrinth door</p><p id="104c">To a field of sparkling treasure</p><p id="3ef9">Wisdom within a pure pleasure</p><p id="2ccf">The fine writer’s amazing gift</p><p id="a420">Artfully sends meaning adrift</p><p id="e152">Floating in layers of thinking bli

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ss</p><p id="f570">An opportunity I find hard to resist</p><p id="7052">I thank you all for being who you are</p><p id="b118">Shining towards your own north star</p><p id="9135">Thank you <a href="">Diana C. </a>for sparking this poem out of me.</p><div id="b086" class="link-block"> <a href="https://link.medium.com/fb4eya01M6"> <div> <div> <h2>This Week's Prompt: 25-31.05</h2> <div><h3>The ocean does not apologize for its depth and the mountains do not seek forgiveness for the space they take and so,…</h3></div> <div><p>link.medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*npvdYU3ZEbYrKxEA.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Authentically Amy-ish

A funny secret about me- prompted by Diana C.

I tend to mix up words

My grammar is quiete absurd

Cinnamon and rural twist my tongue

I have “Arksed” my friends since I was young

Listening to how others talked

Correct pronunciation I stalked

Lost words on the end of my tongue

Are when out my arse words are spun

Tramble is Amy-ish for typing ramble

Presactly a precise exact shamble

When thinking is too quick for lips

Looks of facial confusion are tips

I have muffed up what I tried to say

Being misunderstood the price I pay

Concrete delivery when I write

Chance to get the message right

Basic words my preferred tool

Limit the gatekeepers a loose rule

Fine words I appreciate and adore

Love they open the labyrinth door

To a field of sparkling treasure

Wisdom within a pure pleasure

The fine writer’s amazing gift

Artfully sends meaning adrift

Floating in layers of thinking bliss

An opportunity I find hard to resist

I thank you all for being who you are

Shining towards your own north star

Thank you Diana C. for sparking this poem out of me.

This Week's Prompt: 25-31.05

The ocean does not apologize for its depth and the mountains do not seek forgiveness for the space they take and so,…

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