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POET TREE
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JOURNAL#31 whether burning rhyme
or flouting reason
the poet heart
weeps
with weary word
standing limply alone
from mind to page
doth they all at once leap
unheard
in with the well of honey's grace
a standard for keeping with
reveres such evident place
a riviting star
in my eyes
a gaveled match
such self victory
personified
awakens the innocense of intent
to my schemes
sweetest Poet Tree to mine
heart
bear for me
the finest fleshed fruit
written June 20, 2006 815am)
