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Beautiful is the
hand…
that writes sonnets…
The heart of a Poet…
has He…
Modern day Prophet
my days possessed
by poetry
dripping honey
that falls from lips
So exquisite
I pray the day never ends
I beg for the Night
As the moon rises high
I forever his…
Haunted by his words…
written for my eyes…

Ann M. Kelton

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