Three years gone by and every day I write.
I set my fingers typing out the word
the dictionary sets me to spotlight
in verse precise or in meter absurd.
A silly task that I myself have set
and I thought no one but myself to please
in scribbling out each ode, verse, or sonnet
I had none but myself here to appease.
And yet, somehow, some readers have I found
who periodic scan this poet's rhyme
and that you do makes my heartbeat resound
that you have given me some of your time.
No panegyric great enough to say
how grateful I am for you all each day.
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