And the wolf? Was he also
Filled with this tiny joy? Go
On, kind friend. We will talk again.
And may your elation have no end.
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Poetic Repartee
PoetryPoetry.... That silken thread That takes words left unsaid And binds them into magic. Poetry....The way that Creators thrive The thing that makes them feel alive With every thrilling antic.
