norhyme
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My eyes are of waiver
They click and tock onto
the views that are given--
calloused hands twiddling a sauce covered spoon
make my vision spell a new line
on paper.
Too often do we wave a flag and blindly call ourselves a part of the nation. The soul must shine through with what we believe. As an American, what does that mean? Could it be freedom? But what choice is made to use freedom?
Line after line
words become forced
to pass the time
eyes diolated with dumb ideas
brain malfuction
it starts to feel steamed
Not rhyming is harder than it seemed
oops, try that line again