Farewell, fair friend
Alas, the inevitable end
Of our chat brings me much sorrow.
Talk again! Later today, or tomorrow
Or whenever repartee opens its door
But we shall Create together once more.
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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.
