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February 2018

Untitled Poem By Jojo Solomon

Why is it that every time I have to speak The words dribble about of my mouth like a worm from a beak? My brain just decides “why don’t I screw him over?” I am about as lucky as a leafless clover But the adrenaline that you get from the people There is no feeling like that in the world that is equal The fun of life is the ride itself The story about the elf on the shelf The bumps and bruises you get on the way The thought of knowing that you’ll be ok Although I might freeze in front of a crowd After you're done you will feel proud So before you send off a scary thought You will always remember the experience you got. Read more →