On Poetry
On Poetry
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A gentile soul, and peace.
A gain with contentment:
feeding needy amid greedy;
holding on to GOD and LOVE.
And ewe.
This is bliss and Poetry.
This is what eye dew.
Eye love ewe.
Mye ewe.
Mye savor of my Savior, ewe.
Sniff? ? ?
SNIFF
SNIFF
Eye dew.
Charles Hice
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