I know I'm not Shakespeare

I know I'm not Shakespeare it's weird but it's true
I turn colors to words and words to blue
Sometimes green I mean what I write
I paint colors of days and dark of my nights
With a dip of my tip and a spill on my plate
Splashing words of colors - things that are great
Oh how much fun to spin hands with a twist
I think of this and that, and that of this
Isn't it funny how the words flow so fast
I may not be him, but I don't sit on my as...
Ask me anything I'll write all about it
I have so many colorful thoughts on my palette
So come come get close I'll tell you a secret
It's a new color, and yes you can keep it
Hold it close until you're ready to toss it
Paint a line of fret on the ground and cross it
Do not compare to great poets of history
Their works are grandeur and remain a mystery
Think of good things and thoughts that matter
Let it be so, with a slosh and a splatter

Racquel, Founder

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