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Triennial Year

It's being a quarter decade Of me writing poetry It may not be much, but it feels sacred And sometimes sovereignty My works are one sided And obviously narcissistic Some are vived and clastic Others are exaggerated. Yeah, I'm frantic. Yeah, I'm rustic. Yeah, it's skeptical. Yeah, it's ethnic Sure it seems quaint but it's my gain I barely scrached the surface having drawn material From many source's. Sometimes it was indefinite And other times it was definite They say a drop of ink May make a million think, and The pen is mightier than the sword But that's like using common Sense that's not common Started with documenting my experiences Than it preceded to writing poetry I do try not to think about it Like writing is as another deed Easy come, easy go Maybe an occasional phrase Or homonym, proverb or idiom You may use puns to confuse But I introduce vernacular as patois Still aiming for pathos, of course.

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