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Poetry in the making

Pen to paper Music's made from black ink doth passion spray ballpoint rolls love to sheet fine tip sings of battle's call red ink loss of all finally at the end of day your poetry made

My Moat

My moat My mustard moat tis a favorite place to boat indeed the bards do gloat on behalf of my moat Then I sit playing my piano In my study I look to my moat Though... What i see is not a moat, I see no bards to gload, I see not even mustard I own no boat I own... but a pool In a yard No more No less