(Quoth* the Poet)
Much rather would I write of daffodils and sunbeams,
Than of political bills and moody things.
“All frivolity,” would you say?
To that I respond with a cheery, “Nay!”
For my words are crafted, the spirit to cringe
And to open its eyes to see.
They increase the pulse and purge the soul.
Yes, my words can unbind and free.
With renewed vigor and firm resolve
We’ll improve life socially
Till comes about a better world,
And then I’ll write more poetry…
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*Quoth: (Humorous) “Said”.