Poems ✍️
Poems ✍️
12.04.2026
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Amen, Hot Hep Heptameter
vandals in their silent sandals sift the sands of time;
with fire and sword, hide hideous hoard of past poetic crime; and
better far, with metaphor they banish vanish'd rhyme;
and curse all verse banal or worse: their aim, the same -sublime.
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