J.A. Taylor’s Poetry
Poetry is like rocketry: They are nothing alike, except for the last four letters.
Wake yourself from slumber, Don’t drift asleep; For darkness unencumbered, Lets shadows quickly creep.
Jim tries to make all his stories taste like tacos or burritos, except for micro-fiction. Micro-fiction tastes more like chips and salsa.
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