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The Write Thing

Now comes the time when I no longer speak- nothing
But my blue blooded vessel makes the speech
I'm not faulty, its the write thing

Now comes the time when my programmed Homing Pigeon no more function
Hard it may be
But its the blue blooded vessel that gave me unction

I may be called but refuse to dine
I just don't have appetite
The blue blooded vessel had put the 'write' food on my canine

Now comes the time I'm thirsty
But need not water
The blue blooded vessel produces plenty

Now comes write communication with FAEO
My right hand master
And OLA WRITES my coach behind the scene
The blue blooded vessel made me feel I'm a hero

Now I know the 'write' deal is the 'write' thing
All my might I am investing
Gripping the vessel with my thumb and supporting it with the next finger
I'm emerging a flying writer

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Beata Agustin

Date: 11/30/2024 9:41:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 3/9/2016 12:17:00 AM

Olayinka, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing, hope to see a new one from you again. LOVE LINDA

Skat A

Date: 1/10/2016 4:38:00 PM

Olayinka, I enjoyed reading your excellent poem today. Thanks for sharing --skat