The Errant Poet

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Composed in an inspiring Prado Lounge Café Bar.

To rhyme or forego?
To love or to not?
Does the poet who woos
count syllables like lovers?


Copyright owned by Jay Cool, September 2018

 

Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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