BIK Writing

This is my very first piece of recorded writing.  Inspired by a young schoolmate at the time.  If she can write things she likes, I believe I can too.

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By Me

Tin Pot, Tin Pot, where’s the dog?
It doesn’t matter unless it would talk.

Silence cries, spirit dies,
My heart weakens like a firefly.

As the days go by,
I’ve already given up all the stupid tries.

A pig would live naturally,
but I would survive artificially.

Burden, 1996