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''If Poetry Be Love, Then I Be Poor''

If poetry be love, then I be poor: for though I have never loved, I have lost, to a maid most cunning who played the whore; and spoiled what I long preserved at all cost. If poetry be mine, then I be rich; for I, now like a king of immense treasure, am but a pauper who has found his niche, a realm and kingdom of rhyme and measure. If poetry be health, then I be well; no invalid, but a bard whose high time nears; whose destiny only God can tell: till then, I live by faith and by every rhyme. So, if God and poetry be absolving, then I, at last, am content and evolving.

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Date: 7/3/2020 2:46:00 AM
...if poetry be health, and you be well... then you show wealth of spirit - love...…. stan sand
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Date: 6/26/2020 8:00:00 AM
Clever.
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