Poet Laureates Lords Prayer
Our feather, which arent so heavy, hollow be thy frame.
Thy kingpin run, thy quill be done, on paper, with ink, for fame.
Give us this day our daily read
That will help us to inspire our head
And forgive us our transgressions, as we forgive those who
Transgress against us, but lead us not into frustration, but
Deliver us from suppression, for that is the reason,
for the Glory of the story, forever and ever Amen
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