Dear Ron, Thx for looking in and commenting >> To wit, tu woo, I must confess that Chanticleer wrote down that mess you see below; but up above, that regimen has sprung forth from our Merlin's pen.
(Sorry, JK)
I hope that I shall never be Put into just one category. I’d feel as though my mouth is prest Against a window facing west Without the hope to go and play, But sit inside the livelong day! I’d be a tree in summer wear But shed of robins in her hair; Instead I see both snow and rain Along with grass where it has lain. There sometimes must be fools like me, And others who write poetry! Merlin & Co
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