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My Quill is dying
My Blotter’s wet
My Tears are falling
My words regret
My Heart is hurting
My Feeling jest
My Soul is searching
For Eternal rest.
My Quill has spoken
These immortal words
The strokes
I have written
Will be the last words
My Quill is gone
Though I rest
I still think,
of the Poet’s Quest.
To find the words
That make us best.
Dedicated to
all Poets Past & Present
A Poeatreeman
“The Quill will be the Poet’s Soul”
“Immortalize in Every Word!”
Edgar Allan Prieto
6/29/2007
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Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto
Sunday, August 29, 2010
A POET'S QUILL
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