The Man With the Golden Wit
poems mean so many things;
rhythm, rhyme and sound.
poems fill me through and through
while no soul is around.
I and Langston; Rilke too. even Rita Dove
poems hold me closely; poems are my love.
poems fill me with much wit
yes-
I'm so full of it.
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