He is a weapon
A vessel, a vehicle,
A poison, a noise,
A succulent poise,
And though I lament,
The death of it all,
I know I’ll have done it,
Or nothing at all
With that twisted tongue
Pitter, patter, insert, delete. I think handwriting has gone obsolete. and when it should come back again, is when the day is won again.
Clear & Precise Resumes 