Yes, all write, write, and write,
Maternity House of poems
other's 'children' are quiet
and their interest's only,
Only 'ourselves' to read
now, instead, and then...
And what I most need
is whipping by my pen
to someone of the plains
besmear the strokes back,
Send greetings of the mind
from rhyme to rhyme a trail.
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