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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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