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Free verse, a tribute to the writers who has had their works acknowledged posthumously. |
A homeless man, as he wandered, on ideas varied he pondered, scribe on those discarded bits of paper, of the varied experience life offered. Of romance to delight and murder, a fright of the wrath of the dragon, and tales, that would enlighten. An author of immense fame his works never lame an arduous journey until malady claimed for then came fame as he approached oblivion. Of him sang the old man daily as he sat strumming on his guitar across the town square |