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The Bard
JP (Scratches on the page, making noise. / New York City)

The Bard

A nice bar, to stop and play.
The bard is here, what's to say?
Unpack fiddle, poems and gear.
Let me find, an empty ear.
So and what - this and that.
A wine bard, anymore raps.
Meal time - sing us a song.
'Hours late, must get along'.
Here are some coins bard.
Onward next bar, that roads hard

5/2012 POEWHIT


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Comments (3)

Outstanding masterly well crafted poem! Yuh's wonderful.Thanks with this sparkling gem you've driven away my-RAGE.
nice, very nice i like the concept, nice poem
Let me find, an empty ear. good job man very interesting