Poetry

Through boxes and things I did look
Musty sheets and many a tattered notebook
Did fall under my questing eye
Had this scribbler really been I?

God, but how long has it been?
Since all of this was first spoken?
I cannot say for he was not me
And I take no blame for what this may all be

But I'll take the credit ;)



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