Retort
In Prose
Published in
1 min readSep 5, 2020
The grand rhetoric of the muse. Madness.
My foibles and fables — are my own.
This time, nailing it right on the head.
To not to miss the beat, do show up.
Round table, but sharp at soul-searching o’ clock.
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- In response to the Prompt by J.D. Harms, using the word nails in Saturday Poetry Prompt.