So much depends upon the red line.
For all my misgivings,
For all my misdoings,
And especially my misspellings!
I blame spell check.
I think people are confused when they learn that I majored in English. They think I am a person that is good at spelling, grammar, -- bah. I was more into the critical analysis, poetry dissecting part of the very vague major of English.
So I was writing something for someone tonight (mums), and there were a million red lines glaring at me, so that's where my scribble comes from.
For actual poetry:
The Red Wheelbarrow
William Robert Williams
so much depends upon
a red wheel barrow
glazed with rain water
beside the white chickens.
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