Judgment of Own Writing
From where I lounge, my muse curtsies
In reverence and sheer adulation ;
As eloquent verses bleed the parchment
Rippling on like an intimate tune:
Now, a spotlight flashes upon me
Hands clasping the gold laurel...
This judgment only I would determine
Assured, own poetic voice is inimitable.
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3/24/2019
You Be The Judge Contest
Written for Bobby May Rating 5/5
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