in search of

Northern life is tough in January.
Got to keep an eye on the icicles
more, much more, than a couple measly weeks,
and the ducks, enough, secret letters say.
Fortune peering from the mountain for wise

types who shall always be minorities
as all know the outsider is given
medallion status, and in floral
style, which veers already from the screwed
though not so true; they partied all the fall

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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