Crg Hill's poetry scorecard

The rain

where else

to single

inexorable;

 

their leaves

it can be known,

and dismissed,

What did he just say?

 

hear what I think

mouth, his mouth

you want to stop

and stand

 

still rains

jaw

 

pinch

She could

room much

your eyes

converstation

Iv'e

with a pen

I snapped

the spider's web

but not the spider

whom I admire

but don't

want to meet

face to face

in the dark

Fur leck of ah botter ponch

For luck of a batter pinch

For lick off a butter peach

For lack of a better pouch