Quibble And Bits Poem by Hope Hills

Quibble And Bits



She's a whimsical
Prolifically abstract poet
And she didn't even
Know it

And yet,
Is she?
Incidentally what?
Such promising prose

Who does so knows?
O' darling, O' how so
It flows
In between us
Amuse me hebetude
You're quite rude

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