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Larson. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Mornings requisite, not intent
nor fool's embellishment
file their extent!
The meaning's purpose is my rent
my Godsend ~ my content,
the herald of my calling, from God sent!
Nor tithing's hold, the need's incur,
my break for time ~ lies like a slur
until the vestige, now impure ~
Recycles in my hands to merit stir ~
Invent, Invent, Invent ~ the broadcast is the cure,
I am the willing donor ~ driving spur!