It's #sundayrepost time,
So get your oldies out.
Early work shouldn't be ignored,
That's not what we're about.
Back catalogue going to waste?
Share one once again.
A proud piece lonely in history?
Post it now and then.
Shining lights left in the dark,
Because you were still new?
Today's the day to let them out,
How many is up to you.
Your feedback helps Burrfoot understand what's working
Getting there, one step at a time
I blush at all the praise you bring Flattered.
A cautionary tale to start the day Regarding the honour that's come my way I make words rhyme but so do others Opussia's poetical sisters and brothers And the writers, who make stories strong Some...
Opuss... one hundred. I've hit a milestone. I couldn't have done it If I was alone.
A new handful of followers Wow, that was quick Looks like they're all newbies I'm just one more writer chick I'm fairly new too Only been here two months But all the sudden there's a flood Of those...
#sundayrepost. Just stringing words together. Dragging them along. Patching up the letters. Into sentences and songs. Recycling old worn out poems. Restructuring the meaning.
#sundayrepost. You should be me for an hour or two. You can be me and I can be you. Then we could see where each other is at. You'd be the snail and I'd be the rat.
#sundayrepost. From the dearly departed phrase comp I do believe. I fear my kin. My time has come. My songs been sang. My death knell rung. My flame that flickers. Shall soon burn out.
#Sundayrepost I swirl electric, chanting my name to the stars Tassels of moonbeams, ribbons of milky light Dancing, upon distant Mars I am galvanic bones Upon this earth divine Sphere of mortal...
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