I must thank you, for the praise
That you just sent my way
For it's not often you reply
Or have something to say
I write these prose as best I can
Providing WIZDUMBs to the masses
Lifting spirits, and warming hearts
To get them, off their asses
Some are good, and others bad
But, I try my best each day
So don't bemoan, those that I've blown
You'll put my mind in disarray
It does at times, just wander off
Which seems a bit risqué
And other times, that flash of light
Is just an old cliché
So do not be, so quick to judge
It is mere prose, for Heaven's sake
And I am but, a poor old man
Who doesn't need, that headache
BOEMS BY JA 154
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Poetry always amazes mind. Writing prose is also sometimes good. Heaven reflects light. Something to say in praise is good. We should thank for that. Lifting spirits, and warming hearts beautify time. Brilliantly penned poem is presented here...10