I might put up many fronts
Choose which me you may please
Sweet and dainty, stern and gruff
I even have several curated sneeze
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Choose which of me you may please
It’s a laugh-a-minute, or down in the dumps
I even have several curated sneeze
Maybe you would like to throw a few pies?
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It’s a laugh-a-minute, or down in the dumps
I hate to laugh when I find nothing funny
Maybe you would like to throw a few pies?
Sometimes I’m crying when nothing is sad
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I hate to laugh when I find nothing funny
Laughter brings in the fans
Sometimes I’m crying when nothing is sad
Tears bring in the trolls
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Laughter brings in the fans
So laugh through your fears
Tears bring in the trolls
Beware crying wolf
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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