A Poet Adverse Verse Testament-
All things can tempt me
from this craft of verse
One time it was a woman's face
An animals cry or worse
The seemingly needs of my full driven land
Nothing but worse, comes to move guide my hand
Then this a custom coil
When I was young I had not given a penny for a song
Season's toil emotions boil
Did not poet sing it with such heirs
That one beloved he had a sword upstairs
It would be nice now could I have my wish
Pierced hearts of the metal cold twist
And dumber in deffer than a fish
5/9/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
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