With Unsuborned Honesty And Constant Wit, I'm Fortune-Gifted To Be A True Pundit, Whose Eye-Waxing Thoughts, That Put Shine On The Brain, etch... Poem by Joshua Guillory

With Unsuborned Honesty And Constant Wit, I'm Fortune-Gifted To Be A True Pundit, Whose Eye-Waxing Thoughts, That Put Shine On The Brain, etch...



With unsuborned honesty and constant wit,
I'm fortune-gifted to be a true pundit,
Whose eye-waxing thoughts, that put shine on the brain,
Etch themselves in, so nought but good doth remain.

- Joshua Aaron Guillory

Friday, April 16, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: victory
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submitted by me on poemhunter...,4 16 2021..., nought (naught, nothing) but good (only good) ... nought but good (nothing except good...)
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