Tell me, reader, do I flatter myself,
When I give such a grandiose title to mere words
That I scratch on a piece of worthless paper?
This pen feels uncomfortable in my hand,
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I, who shall never know tears, or pain,
Or love, or happiness, or pure bliss,
Why do I dare to call myself a poet? meditating on the poet and his call and his great and noble vocation. lovely one. tony
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I, who shall never know tears, or pain, Or love, or happiness, or pure bliss, Why do I dare to call myself a poet? meditating on the poet and his call and his great and noble vocation. lovely one. tony