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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