Homage
A pattern for you my poet this night
Brighten my eyes to that of new sight
I see phrases refrain from forming a line
To encompass the passing of rhyming in time
But not of injustices discussed to the death
But lacking of poets by those who lack breasts
So homage I praise on a sight seen by few
A male who loves to turn phrases anew
Posted by Richard Handley at 11:04 PM
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