Red Ink
As I ponder so weak and weary
I read your story, it was dreary.
No need to thank me for the markup
I digress, is this the wrong tree to bark up?
However red your paper might be
Loving eyes did set it gently free,
Of errors do I speak unjust?
My quill made many a thrust.
I hope you find that I loved it too
Wrote entirely over, just for you.
Copyright © Tim B | Year Posted 2014
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