to count on my hands
the times I fall into
these linguistic traps
that I dig
to properly hinder
my scramble for land
I’d need more fingers
I’d need more fingers
infinitely.
to count on my hands
the times I fall into
these linguistic traps
that I dig
to properly hinder
my scramble for land
I’d need more fingers
I’d need more fingers
infinitely.
Don Redwood 
Excellent wordplay and your imagination runs wild on this poem.
You have a different style of writing yourself my friend. 🙂 I love that. 🙂
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Thank you. Wordplay is actually how I write most of my poems – play with some words until they stick together in an interesting way. Most of the time I have none to play with but every so often…
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