lazy and cynical s.o.b me

sparrow vocal and chubby
alit and then split, likely a bit
spoiled on corn hauled in from the city,

mainly showing what a shame it is
when what it is ought to be sweet.
these treats the farthest from the hidden

as any other thing might possibly
be from any other supposed
concealment- not that concealment

did not just crush this toothpick tool shed.
Poetry painting rainbow, mountain, snow;
lines number a million minimum.

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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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