I was late again
Due to the sudden Rainstorms
And dampened my Boots.
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Should you Love as Oft as Much as I have Loved;
As Oft as my Tears break-out into Song;
Letter my Words. Then I will no longer Bereave you
As Duties pledge into Distances calling-out your Name.
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Novel Ball-Point Pen,
Writes in the Way of the Sword
And is still Mighty.
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Where is my Love? Where is my Fate?
Why has my Attitude dawned upon this Late?
And due to Discover
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Would it be a Challenge to be a Poet,
When most Laurels fluttering all over you
Decide to Peck at your Neck?
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Verses shall never find me Work;
Nor Songs a Salary I ever Shall.
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Who would ever Think,
That a Creature so Bomastous as a
Coconut would ever rocket Sky-High?
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Sacred Man drenched in Blackened Veils repel
The Sun's Caress
As Iron Bars commit his Heightened Voice to
The Deepest Known Suppress
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If some by Memories re-call your Face;
Yet others cotton-mouthed to celebrate
Would then my Fevered Heart sing Notes be-late
Thus hope when Hymns do bleed revive your Grace -
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