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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Wandering Poet
Through forest, field and sea The wandering poet leads His feet in the right direction To journey on in reflection. Oh, wandering poet Where have you been? Tell me of your tales Sing to me what you�ve seen. Through forest, field and stream The poet wanders on Gathering seeds of wonder For when his deed is done. raw || truth |