My thoughts seem
To follow a certain trend
I have to wonder if inherited
Or of my Muse’s whim
For so often
I think in poetic rhymes
Frequently a message there
Layered between the lines
Eternally thankful
Of this I am to thee
Who bestowed this poetic gift
This glorious gift to me
For the gift of poetry
My personal amusement
Hidden there within
A poetic inducement
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