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I must thank you, for the praise
That you just sent my way
For it’s not often you reply
Or have something to say

I write these prose as best I can
Providing WIZDUMBs to the masses
Lifting spirits, and warming hearts
To get them, off their asses

Some are good, and others bad
But, I try my best each day
So don’t bemoan, those that I’ve blown
You’ll put my mind in disarray

It does at times, just wander off 
Which seems a bit risqué
And other times, that flash of light
Is just an old cliché 

Thus do not be, so quick to judge
It is mere prose for Heaven’s sake
And I am but, a poor old man 
Who doesn’t need, that headache
BOEMS BY JA 154      

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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