just got back from the library
read some literature on the contrary
standing in the aisle for quite a while
a small book of poems read i almost all
giggling in delight having a ball
through this section and that
like a baseball player at bat
the will of the wisp shaking a fist
a lot of books
how long it must have took
to cook up a batch of poems
its the soul which roams
tis an even match to go unfated
see i myself negotiated
easy breathing not queasing
the words not frozen in choosing this i have chosen
to hasten the process i must profess im making progress
a little here and a little there is a whole lot
i dont forget so not forgot
to begot is a lot smarter use this as a starter
well whats the matter with things to flatter
now here is somewhere here here