The Pen

At times it rises, the anger and bile;

drives away the joy, banishes the smile.

To all of us it comes at times,

I drive it out with simple rhymes.

The words that flow upon this page

let emotions fly, both joy and rage.

Emotions freed there is a calm;

this simple pen – a spirit balm.

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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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