As the world’s greatest poet, that the world has never known.
It allows me to stroll seamlessly, in any town I roam.
Talk to people, tell my shmeele, show them where it’s at.
Some will light up in their eyes and some just say nice hat.
When I find a poem I'd like to read, often they will say.
That’s not something we do here during any time of day.
Stifled and constricted I promptly move along.
Seeing if the next town, wants to hear my song.
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Author:
Steve Glodenfort (Pseudonym) (
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