Granville Holt

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Rhyme Above Reason

When the Bards of old writ down their sweet rhyme
That unwritten code became a dream quest
Which each sought to outwit and cube the rest.
Unlimited in limits they could time
And all so sure of triumph they made sound
A muse with rhythm of lips kiss on kiss,
To read aloud to themselves god-like bliss,
As one pen after another would crown.