A dime a dozen

“A dime a dozen” someone did say
about the words I write today.
But in my heart I do not care;
I write these words because they’re there
and if, one day, you just should feel
these words can somehow help youn heal
or simply smile for a brief time
then there is value to my rhyme.
So, judge me not from up on high;
these words are me – there is no lie.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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