At the door At the window The Bard waited Not for customers Not for goods Not for gold The Bard waited for Thought And Muse And worth of word Then styled Penned Composed And smiled. This small musing re-begins a journal started elsewhere on line by this blogger - SMC... a collection of poetry .. a journal of sonnal meter and prose ... by scottmcon ... Scott M. Connolly ...
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Ampules, pepper, just wetter weather Manners hemmed him in. It was his by nature Only his deference The spray of misting droplets The sound or notice It was his to take or give But in a healthful .. none offensive way Groundward, up, or handkerchief
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