Poets say:
that life's a bloom
that's here and then forever gone;
to live each moment to the full,
and welcome every blessèd dawn --
But you might ask
what poets know;
they make no money, gain no fame,
and choose confusing obscure words
because their endings sound the same.
So I guess it
is up to you:
to do whatever you will do
with what you find in poetry
from clueless blogging hacks
like me
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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Yes indeed!
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