Friday, December 07, 2007

The Speaking Tree

O Poet, the realm of words is yours!
So eloquently you express,
the beauty and essence of my being.
Thy glorious words stir many,
yet pride I show none.
Never do I hide,
although you seek to possess.
Freely I give,
never a citation I ask.
O Man, won't you learn from me?

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