Blessed be the Wee Hours
By Walter Burns
Blessed be the wee hours For they shall inherit these: The poet and the love he has To share all that he sees Blessed be the wee hours For they shall grow in worth When every poets’ solitude Is shared across the earth Blessed be the wee hours, A poet at his best; But blessed be the morning, For a poet then can rest Blessed be the poets Who can't sleep when others do For they shall get their naps While their words are read by you zzzzzhelp me rewrite it Written July 23rd, 2001 © on Jul 23 2001 08:26 AM PST 0 • 10
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