A Poem by Herschel
© Chris’s drawing of Herschel
Motor Mouth
The day is going wrong.
And is getting very long.
Something happens and my mouth goes wild.
With a load of the words that should remain piled.
They come out and become free.
And then I’m a motor mouth, yes me.
Not that I want to be.
But the words keep flying out of me.
by, Herschel 13 years old
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