A tutor of music and merit
Utterances dusk through
thin lips, too hot, evanesce
to ambivalent stratosphere
No passions or love, a drone
His self-colored tales clamor
in a bony wooden cell, ornery
dictums deaden nil, and the
innocence reecho
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A nice expression of your thought!