ode to my fellow Poet

From Chaucer to Poe
From Dante to Frost
A single word is lost
In scribbles and lines on a sheet
With emotions and a complete thought
It would seem complete
A poem or a Riddle is a readers treat
A reader who won't judge
Or the club who won't budge
We are silent but true
We are Poets
Never thought to make it
This Poem is to all of those who said we wouldn't make it

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