Quandry Poet
All my time is laying on my laurates floor
I've written my poems
and don't have much to show
Those books don't appear to be useful
I've played my secret passion
and eat my buffalo wings
I've got few Anthology's
to please my peers
it don't ring true,
part reciting them from Lands End
when a Poet goes out
before Lunch
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