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The Gentle PoetPraise to the gentle poet, my fellow wordsmith, seeking a word or phrase to convey a feeling, to tell a story, to bring a smile or a tear. Hours spent in a timewarp writing as thoughts spill out upon the page. At times random and sporadic, the words come as they will or not at all. Sometimes the words fall into place as if they had always been, pouring onto the page in a purge of the soul. Yes, praise to the gentle poet who holds the power of words in his pen. Copyright by Anita Lewis Longino Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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