no sooner under cover
with the lover of the buckram
than the boldface briar
both the byre adorn
and slight the snow,
as should I stay-at-home
whole worlds import
from circumstance apart
the door’s white arc,
frontispiece discrete
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ayaladn 
Also, the name of a pen marker… now a poem! as well.
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Perhaps they shall see it one day, Benny, and send a lifetime supply…
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You really do have a formidable grasp of cadence and rhyme. I must say, I admire it! 🙂
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This and the other two are from ’92, Jeremy, and untitled then…perhaps a few more while I’m busier with worldly chores and visiting silence
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