Fact or fiction
writing is my addiction.
Help in hard times
I find in these rhymes.
Strange or absurd
I put it down in words.
Nothing better on earth
than giving a poem it's birth.
Large or small
I print them all.
When an idea grows
I let them show.
Imagined or real
I compose what I feel
giving me strenght
at days lenght.
In a sea of dreams
I'm set adrift
my poetry it seems
is a gift.
by rich jackson
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