Saturday, April 25, 2015

Ike Witt Comments

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The Poet cast aside his pen; his paper flung away.
No more he swore to versify forever and a day.
His epic, wrought in toil and tears, consigned he to the flames;
His nom-de-plume fore'er denied a place among the Names.
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Chinedu Dike 26 April 2015

Nice piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned with insight. A good poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.

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Kelly Kurt 25 April 2015

Great poem, Alan. I loved it. (and could relate) : -) Thanks for sharing

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