Anonymous If thought, a penny worth… If thought, a penny worth, times this fourteen, I’ve fourteen less what’s owed, due t’the obscene. For to rebut the bard, art suicide. And fairer play would fit the Zanney scheme.
You speak of time while feeding love’s flower, But if players write like honest lyre The shimmering music holds the power. If not, I, in no time wilt, expire. What, then? Bend stem as an eroded rose, Begging the sun to help me grow and thrive? Or beg the keeper, hungry, writing prose, And sunless be, into time’s depths I dive. I choose a penny from the sun-filled sky. Rather than waste the dream, I scream, “How high?”
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