Inkstand Poems - Poems about Inkstand

...There is no plum-colored ermine trimmed cloak to be worn, and no one's pen is a royal scepter which gems will adorn. Poets are just ordinary people whose creations are born from their......

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...In a pucked out pick there is often a puck. Not 1 or 2 but several. Ships adorn the landscapes as predicted. When the sweet waving smiling swan secretes secrets with a bow from their arched necks. Wi......

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...Iron lids reminding me, that iron expands under heat quick fixes in the kitchen beginning of every end and the end of every place happens once in a minute twice in a moment yet never once in a tho......

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