Poetry

Poetry is just a bunch of words;
the musings of intellectual nerds
who think if they pontificate
they’ll open wisdom’s hidden gate.
But if the truth should e’er be told
most that’s written is just Fools Gold.

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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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