Pretty words in beautiful lines,
Beautiful lines like leafs of pines;
Beautiful lines in dainty stanzas,
The den of questions and answers.
The most comely of all texts,
Evergreen this days and the nexts.
From wordsmiths thou evenly spout,
Thou hast more lovely taste than stout.
Poetry, adored by little,
Written by few - your rhythm subtle.
The most cryptic of easy understanding,
Thou hast passion, notwithstanding.
Plenty piles of nonsense abode in thee,
Yet, thou art most meaningful be.
Pregnant ideas convey'd under rubbish rhyme;
Poetry, most comely text of all time.
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