A poets passion is to <br />Fuss must or lust for that there of. <br />Falsify plural denomination with a trust <br />in your silky eye dust. <br />Fame nor the same. <br />I'm about to explode with manner to calm <br />and ruffle your trust. <br />Let it be and leave me here. <br />I'm astray, away with nothing left. <br />Now breathe!<br /><br />Ranis Thomas III<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hypothetically-speaking-2/
