If

If
He
Degenerated
Like
Roots
Of
Shrubs
Amidst
No
Sin
And
Guilt
Call
Him
A
Saint

If
When
In
His
Prime
He
Wined
And
Dined
With
Men
Of
Valour
Call
Him
A
Hero

If
He
Ever
Spoke
And
Sat
With
Sages
And
Poets
And
Etchers
Call
Him
A
Polyhistor

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jim Troy 05 August 2011

Great job......... makes me rub my chin and consider........ I love your style and choice of words............. I think you are a polyhistor........ Thanks for asking me to read and comment............. Respectfully: ........... Jim Troy

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Jim Troy 05 August 2011

I love your style......... It makes me rub my chin and consider things..... and your ending is profound and a wise choice of wording..... Glad you asked me to read and comment........ I feel you are a polyhistor........ Respectfully: Jim Troy

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Seun Bewaji 05 August 2011

l love the way u do it in ur own way, the massage is really clear. keep it up

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Ombuge Moses 01 September 2011

nice, nice...liked the style...true freedom poetically. Beautiful poem

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Sd Tiwari 11 August 2011

Good one. In very limited words expressed what you want to say.

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Nu stile, unique. the beauty bout poetry is being able to create ur stile. freedom of inner Xpression.

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Eric Cockrell 05 August 2011

well done... if... we listened to our hearts we could hear other people! very good poem!

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Diane Osman 05 August 2011

nice...and i agree to suen bewaji

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