Poetry_an off-shoot of your leisures or hobby has proffered undreamed-of and aloft the preordained men of pen.
You are an advantage to the literati.
Keep the flap flying and more grease to your elbows.
Soul In Machine
Rhythmic thrum, the chanting clue: Cycling hums And driving drums - But has it a soul?
Spinning cogs give living sense: Finely cast To ever last - But has it a soul?