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It seems to me and always has,
That speech is less than writing,
Like longhair music or good Jazz,
Just one is more exciting.
Clear water is to drink your fill,
Red wine is more for sipping,
With one you drink without a thrill,
The other gets you tipping.
In life you listen to all kinds,
Not much for conversations,
Prefer to read the many lines,
Some well thought out creations.
Are those that talk and those who write,
A limited few succeed,
You must decide how bright your light,
Stay in focus paying heed.
To read and write all forms of verse,
Could seem to be ones passion,
Can come the time it seems a curse,
Your time you might then ration.
For if the writer does succeed,
And her mind she does not lose,
A social worker she might need,
Once you read others' reviews.
Go for it girl, my friend the Rose,
The Rose of Emerald Isle,
The poetry you will compose,
Will surely bring me a smile.
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Go for it girl...
Wandika 9-10-2008
Honorable winner
Adding your comment:
I appreciate your thoughtful comments, and as always, I wish all best of luck to you in all you do!!! 
This made me smile. The story, the rhyme, all so well done. 
