And they said they wanted to write
My poems for me
And chew my black tobacco
And drink my honey tea
But friend O my friend
My words are mine alone
Though yours may taste much sweeter
Their seeds to me are as stone
So leave me be, let me see
The world with my bit of error
And write with a trembling hand
All that I feel of terror
And be true as a single-faced coin
And roll in a scentless sea
And come as a corpse on the other side
Dead and yet so free…
This is too real in life, It is better to be real, good work sir
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Thank you for the compliment and insight, dear friend. Glad you liked it😊
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Excellently observed 👏👏👏
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Thank you ☺️ Glad as always for your support 🙏
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You are as ever most welcome
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Thank you friend 😊 Glad you liked it 🙏🙏
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It’s a pleasure
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Deliciously evocative poem.
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Thank you very much for the compliment 😊… Glad you enjoyed it, my friend
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You’re most welcome.
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