The Pen

At times it rises – anger and bile;

drives away joy, banishes the smile.

To all of us it comes at times,

I drive it away with simple rhymes.

the words that flow onto this page

let loose emotion – joy and rage.

Emotions freed, there is a calm;

the simple pen – the spirits 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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