Poem -

The Keeper

Or Curious Onlooker

The Keeper

In these detestable woodlands am I often lost, 

These, preposterous porcelain jungles of impetuous folly

I carry on without balm of Gilead

A minstrel, a mere utensil by which people without pencil 

Might write their many sins 

I am the transcript 

And I make note of everything 

 

 

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Angel

,excellent poetry angel

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