I have never been to Alabama, or…
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I have never been to Alabama,
or where
Immortality
reigns supreme,
but I am told here and there
nooks and looks of poetry
reside abide and
ENLIVE,
And sadness is banished,
loneliness impossible,
&
Loveliness abounds,

And every poem
Gets a sun,
Becomes a star,
And every poem,
Is immortal

And those who choose to compose, and expose,
Become angels protecting all who write poetry in their hearts,
but
Who cannot or dare not share

they share with them...
who in turn
share to all
the confidence of
Comfort