#WritcoPoemPrompt10
Rickety, rick, rackety rack,
The train sings a song on its old track,
We swing with its tune,
Swaying and bouncing a moment too soon,

everyone thinks root in fear
I say whoa oh no just ophir
kinda of can be confused in the sound not the tune.
Greek kind of I guess, but like a half feb
feb 14 or maybe 15 instead
can't change a face or a head.
rexivation in thyme , protect me and...