Grammer

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Grammer don’t really exist
Language was oral at  first
The spoken  is necessity
The written, a monstrosity
As we learn  at a poetry fest.

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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3 Responses to Grammer

  1. How many ways I needed to hear this dearest kate

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