I don't write poetry. I have no sense of rhyme or rhythm. I don't understand most poems. I bore of most poems I do understand. Come to think of it, I'm not even sure what defines poetry.
And I'm a masochist. A-poem-a-day? Perfect thing to do. I'm not quite proud of this motley collection of 40 odd poems, though having written these many (even if 'poem' is a stretch for some of these) gives me considerable pleasure.
As with anything, the ones I like most are the ones that have come from the heart.
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