Who, for a moment, sat and thought to be poet?

Who really looked at that which they truly covet?

Who voiced, just once, out loud: ‘I want to tell stories

So beautifully made they brush away worries

Of readers crestfallen and reignite their flame’?

Who actually said it and acted on their claim?


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