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Too much, too much, I cried,
but not in vain,
this ‘ere poetic fervour
doth well-salve the verbal pain.
Such scintillating word play-
our aspirations feed,
with banter so enchanting
ye surpass the common breed.

My friends of rich commitment,
may thy muse hold with thee till,
all mountains slump to hillocks
and all poetry in-still,
in every heart, a need to share,
peace and love everywhere.

Beatrice Evans

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  • Sandra R Reynolds gold member
    December 9, 2008

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    Beautiful I like. "My friend of rich commitment,
    may thy muse hold with thee till,
    all mountains slump to hillocks
    and all poetry in-still "


  • albymyheart gold member
    October 4, 2008

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    Ohhhhh...you are too good! No "ands" or "thes" in yours either I see and written with such style! I just love it when you get all medievil! lol. And you know it. Great poetic response containing much praise. Thank you so much for this write...alby