10.26.2010

The Poet Presents himself as a Riddle

it reads:
When I told them of my craft
They nearly laughed;
She doth reel and tip
Of rhymes is made my ship.

2 comments:

  1. Godless bickering
    Make hearts that once did love, grow
    Cold, flicker and die.

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  2. Hard as flint and steel
    Is this thing called forgiveness
    And thanks be to God.

    ReplyDelete

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