Self April 9, 2015March 22, 2022 Jason Preulink on to your ego, napowrimo, nationalpoetrymonth, poem, poetry, writing (footnote poem) – I’m a worn blanket of connotations Long ago knitted by callused hands There’s a hole here and there Yet the whole still coheres Lately, however, I’ve noticed my edges And how the threads are beginning to fray They’ve some way to unravel ‘Til I’m no longer useful Or able to comfort what’s inside this bed – Share this:EmailFacebookTwitterTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related Self
Here’s me socking it to you – I’ve nominated you for an award… cause you know, your stuff is pretty cool, dude. I like it. 😉 Have a looksy here on how to join in – https://sapphiellie.wordpress.com/2015/04/10/past-poetry-horizon-real-neat-blog-award-nomination/ Sophia ❤ LikeLiked by 1 person April 10, 2015 at 4:30 am Reply
Jason Preu 
Here’s me socking it to you –
I’ve nominated you for an award… cause you know, your stuff is pretty cool, dude. I like it. 😉
Have a looksy here on how to join in – https://sapphiellie.wordpress.com/2015/04/10/past-poetry-horizon-real-neat-blog-award-nomination/
Sophia ❤
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HA! Killer. Thanks so much for the kindness.
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