Sticks and stones replaced my bones
Yet your old words still hurt me.
I’ve picked off all your dirt and grime
But cleanliness deserts me;
And when I think it’s all a dream,
That here nothing can hurt me -
Looking around ,
I hear that sound -
The laughter that perverts me.
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A little sloppy, but mainly good
I love rhyming, and how you changed the quote, sticks and bones may break my bones but words will never hurt me
Keep up the good work
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I like the rhyme scheme in this one. It just WORKS....nothing fancy or unneeded. Nice twist on the usual with "Sticks and stones replaced my bones". Short and to the point.
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welcome to all poetry
Hi Pretty-Wicked
Words are one of the most hurtful weapons
Hurtful words scars us down to the bone Good poem well done
Please keep writing, reading and commenting
Barbara
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