Desperate For Notoriety Poem by Francis Wells

Desperate For Notoriety



Oh come on – don’t be shy!
Please, feel free to ask or pry.
I’ve no secrets I will tell
But for the rest – ask, I’ll spill.
If you’ve a question in your heart -
A burning thirst? Well, for my part,
I’ll quench that flame and slake your thirst
By pouring answers. So, who’s first?

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