
Tired from a tour and
Talk, a long walk.
Thought's gawk,
Chews my thoughts,
Is surely my fault.
With my tongue before
The tummy.
When I become the dummy,
Someone talks.
Talk's over and at me.
But LOVE said,
"Is taken care of."
LOVE stood...
A detour.
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K.A. Smith
K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.



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