Musings by The Poet Loriet

Back To The Drawing Board

Your name is written
upon my heart.
You asked me how
we could change it
to permanent ink.
I wish I knew.
I run with scissors
and I'm only allowed
Crayola washables.
I can't wait until
graduation day.
Love 101.
Techniques in
marker upon
anatomical
landmarks.



Lori Beal


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