An Ode to the Letter “P”

Paper, pencil, pen and ink, in

Prose I’ve grown to speak and think

Public platforms, message boards

Poetic guide of rhythmic chords

Poems are pretty, I think it naught

Pretentious such as some have thought

Pious I shan’t think it so

Poetry shall help me grow

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