Once more dear friend I write,
For Poetry you were born.
What's been said is still less,
All Verse you must adorn.
Patron Saint of bright day
Idol of Starry night.
Nebula of all joy,
Years of Rhyme to incite.
Born in my fledgling Verse
With words ingrained by you,
Your blood within the Pen,
And so all tribute grew.
So placing end to end
All lines that now have run.
These Works for you lay claim,
This Poem is Ten Years Long.
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