Bring Another Round Poem by soren Barrett

I wind wind into a wound that was wound
on a dove that dove making waves in the sound

An invalid invalid did object to the object
but did present a present in the present as a project

I read what I read an entrance to entrance
in a minute minute I attribute this attribute to chance

I tear a tear from my eye as I refuse refuse
to produce produce or Polish polish of blues

I deliberate about the deliberate as the number grew number
and tie a bow on the boat's bow and with an archer's bow, bow humbler

Agape with agape I did desert in the desert my cloths
and content with the content, close to the end, this poem I close