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[jgdittier]

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First a letter, then a word
and now a sentence thought...
Has in fact a start occurred
from which some verse be wrought?

Once a stanza now be writ
let's locate das and dums.
Slash and dash a form, be it.
When filled it sings, it strums.

Rhyme?, it must, if j g d's.
A scheme be now assigned.
Vow, must I, I'll them appease
or I shall be maligned.

Yore's the time I must promote,
our taste today will fade.
Milton, make this boat to float
Don't rain on my parade.

Windmills may be ready ploys
for questers just like me.
Poems come from men, not boys.
You may, or not, agree.



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[Guest_Jox_*]

Hi Ron, excuse me for a moment.

Hi Don...

>>I've indulged your minute, and found your views informative.

Thank you; most kind, too.

>>I suspect you enjoy nature as-is more than nature as-contrived.

I suppose I do. I live in a hamlet of sixteen cottages and hate towns. I'm a country bumpkin, really.

>>There is something to say about smelling flowers in the field being better than from a perfume bottle.

100% agree on that one!

>>Then again, there is the beauty of women wearing perfume.

Ah! But I prefer their natural perfume than one from a musk deer!

(I'm sure there's a poem in here somewhere!)

Cheers, Don.

James.