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Not a student of Poetry,
more a student of life
The words fell before me,
stepping-stones of delight
Not a student of Verse,
but of musings inspired
My days withdrew inward,
the years stoked and fired
Not a student of prose,
but its lover the same
As words strung together,
and called out my name
Not a Poet or Novelist,
but a writer for sure
Verbal stepchild unnamed
-asking for nothing more
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
more a student of life
The words fell before me,
stepping-stones of delight
Not a student of Verse,
but of musings inspired
My days withdrew inward,
the years stoked and fired
Not a student of prose,
but its lover the same
As words strung together,
and called out my name
Not a Poet or Novelist,
but a writer for sure
Verbal stepchild unnamed
-asking for nothing more
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
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