Poetry

A nice bar, to stop and play.
The bard is here, what's to say ?
Unpack fiddle, poems and gear.
Let me find-an empty ear.
So and what-this and that.
A wine bard, anymore raps.
Meal time-sing us a song.
"Hours late, must get along".
Here are some coins bard.
Onward next bar, that roads hard.

5/20/2012  POEWHIT

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