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Fading glory
I see myself in Chaucer's footsteps
I will be a great author and poet
I see myself with the mighty pen
And the upcoming glory beckoning.
Upon this I now reflect
As I sit here, sweating and pondering.
Where is the Muse, where the inspiration
And how shall I be able to write
A few lines, only a few lines, I beg,
But a few, I hope,
Of the very best.
I will be a great author and poet
I see myself with the mighty pen
And the upcoming glory beckoning.
Upon this I now reflect
As I sit here, sweating and pondering.
Where is the Muse, where the inspiration
And how shall I be able to write
A few lines, only a few lines, I beg,
But a few, I hope,
Of the very best.
Published 7th Nov 2021
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8th Nov 2021 5:24pm
Encouraging and courageous, facing reality within the fantasy, what we aspire to be and knowing what may never be.
Best of luck in the comp.
Best of luck in the comp.
8th Nov 2021 6:36pm
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14th Nov 2021 10:41pm
''I write finer lines than Chaucer''. Too much of a lie that would be and from a pompous ass, assuredly.
Yes, written for that competition.
I just love the Canterbury Tales. Just wrote a crime thing that takes place about 20 to 40 kms south and west of Bath.
Other than that, I see that you have written one for the Christmas crime competition. Cute. And framed in your usually well crafted mode.
Kisses, Robert.
Yes, written for that competition.
I just love the Canterbury Tales. Just wrote a crime thing that takes place about 20 to 40 kms south and west of Bath.
Other than that, I see that you have written one for the Christmas crime competition. Cute. And framed in your usually well crafted mode.
Kisses, Robert.
