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Dear Whoever You Are Who Spurs Me On

OH BE THIS POEM AS SACRED AS HER NAME Often I am compelled to hover over her shoulder Each letter formed, each thought defined For she has poetry on a leash And walks it, pray I, at least three times a day For she owns words that are her property Well, not so much ownership but instead just rather properly When roars the cage, when spears are aimed When hoards of men come at her who the lovely’s never ever claimed Fear not, poetry’s prize For thou art ever in your Heavenly Father’s eyes For you were birthed when an angel whispered “Autumn,” and that’s how you were named………………………………....... I see her sitting by a kerosene lamp with a quill pen just because it brings her back to a simpler place Where each sentence is aptly signified And in each syllable she writes in the middle of all that is dignified For this be a lady A lady who can take on the persona of that which she chooses her poetry to be One day she writes genius about how we all know life is a struggle, but then at the end of the day, hopefully you have some with whom to snuggle Or she’ll describe the horrors we hear of every day while most are deaf and blind but she takes all our sorrow to her angelic heart For one so wise should pen meet eyes and place upon a page of profundity with which the words and verbiage she vies Yet she always tames the concept she struggles with Okay, so perhaps I’ll agree, she’s not the best But take twenty poems by twenty poets and I’ll bet hers is the best, and if not first, hers is definitely better than the rest © 2011.…..~free cee!~ Pretty good for an old geezer (geazer) and I still haven’t gotten an answer, if I have more than one mouse I have mice what if I have more than one moose? AND IF ANYONE DESERVES A MORE HANDCRAFTED AND DELICATELY PHRASED POEMTHAN THE ABOVE, IT’S U D……but don’t forget, the only time I get to use e-mail is at noon because that’s the only time the old-age home I live in allows us us…if you wanna write it’s,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, free cee 666 satanic street c/o Dying Legends Old AGE HOME Abu-Dhabi, somewhere ===they don’t even have zip codes It will make its way to me, fear not

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Date: 6/6/2011 8:41:00 AM
a nice tribute to your muse D. I particularly love 'poetry on a leash' and her walking it. It's very clever.
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Date: 5/29/2011 6:18:00 PM
Hiya, you old geezer, you. Mouse - mice; moose - meese; goose - geeses. hahaha. Who needs zip codes? Simply follow the trail to the old lady's backyard - and dance. Niiiiiiice one, M..m..
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