I thought you trackers ran this place,
Like some amazing poetry machines,
Whirling dervishes painting with words,
Pumping, thumping rhyming schemes,
All of the mighty Den Oaks like you,
Posting in this Poe-tic Peyton Place,
Have always been growing tall here,
Chock full of vim, vigor, and grace!
You have been here as far I can see,
This Camelot I can barely remember,
Magnificent, stately old library trees,
From each December to December.
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Georg
You have paid Your dues to the treasury of Poetry with a twelve kilos' AU-Bar.
Remember always:
A bard or a troubadour may become a Poet, but a Poet will never become a troubadour or bard.
In respect and admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Cryssa
Newfie hugs, Rose
Thanks Starman, Love to you and Bridget
Regis
(((HUGS))) and much love, your freind in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Sincerely,
Regino