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My Poetry
Lyrical lines of sophmoric rhyme, flow from the pen in my hand. Playing with words is something I've heard, unique to the family of Man. Staying up late it seems is my fate, penning some prose is my plan. Juggling some verse is hardly a curse, no matter it's not worth a damn. I'll carry on though expecting to show, my efforts do merit some fans. My poetry you see means something to me, though others hear musings quite bland.
(C) David Reder 1996 |
