Wednesday, March 11, 2015

My Creed

be my guest,
read Edgar Guest.
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when plight is sailed to me,
I'm shifted to write poetry.
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when fame nudges my elbow,
i believe, not much can be kept in that glow.
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to have fewer secrets within,
I often criticize my past sin.
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To see what my foes see,
I read what has provided for their victory.
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to discover undaunted fearless spot,
I hang my stick with my own fishing rod.
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I am the only one knowing what I need,
I'm serious about my personal philosophy and creed.

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