Keeper Of The Flame
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 Just saying....

Master poet...see how eloquently he rhymes

Nothing new for him, he's done it a hundred times

He can repeat himself with the tiniest detail

Words come so easily, awe and wonderment prevail...


But tell me, what would he say in words soft and kind

To put a smile on a face or in another one's mind

Perhaps he still hangs around for his ego's sake

Breathing in meter and rhythm when asleep or awake...


My hat's off to you with all your fanciful phrases

You have rhymed every flower from roses to daisies

There is no subject beyond your natural ability

Whether of peasant poor or of kingly nobility


But do words mean a thing if not spoken sincere

He's a master of disguises with message unclear

All the right words fall in all the right places

Vapid of meaning and sterile in too many cases...

June 02,2013

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