To still silence was the call-
Was post upon the wall:
"Dollars need be dished,
for poets to be published."
But today the bells do ring
Today again, poor poets sing
For the generous and the rich
Paid our share--thanks Buffy, Mitch.
Now it's up to us, my friend-
Poor poets now we must send
Sweet music that can sound again.
Be worth price, or at least intend.
Sep 11, 2011
Sep 11, 2011 at 6:56 PM UTC
To still silence was the call-
Was post upon the wall:
"Dollars need be dished,
for poets to be published."
But today the bells do ring
Today again, poor poets sing
For the generous and the rich
Paid our share--thanks Buffy, Mitch.
Now it's up to us, my friend-
Poor poets now we must send
Sweet music that can sound again.
Be worth price, or at least intend.
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