My face isn't carved in a mountain. I've never been struck by lightning.
I've never saved a crying baby from a burning house fire nor have I over come my misfortunes in life to acquire a name for myself. I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs of my distraught existence. (a bunch of poems)
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Thursday, March 9, 2017
htraE nO ecaeP (translation) Peace On Earth..... backwards
Maybe I write?
upside down and
backwards
That someday
we'll translate
right side up
straight forward
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