Poetry for thee
This poem was written while I was playing with rhyming. Some of the best poetry is random but it can mean more than the poetry that takes a person hours to write.
Reader reader come my way,
Pass me by on summers day.
Read me through the winter nights.
Mark me up, for a pen's delight.
Study, learn it all from me.
The poem I write is for thee.
By Evelyn Creon

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