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We are the Inklings đź’•

We are the Inklings đź’•

Haha I am an Inkling..coz I pen poetry you see..

Where every single thing that comes into my hollow head inspires me

Now I am well aware of the fact, that Inkling is not such a word

But doesn’t it describe the lot of us on Pop, when our poetry is heard ?

So if I am an Inkling, then you my friend are an Inkling too..

Heavens above your pen is constantly running out of ink, with every single piece of poetry you do

And us Inklings are all so very proud people, you and I would shout our verses out from the very highest steeple..

“OHYEZ” “OHYEZ” “WE ARE THE INKLINGS OF THESE LOVELY LANDS”, with our minds forever full of mysteriousness and our writing pads in our hands…
 

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Greg Etsell

awsome poem Jill
yes we poets always
are in another world
when we get in to are poems
we can feel it see it and 
wonder in it and other 
people see us and ask
where you good morning
My great friend JILL!!!!

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Jill Tait

Good morning Greg Have a lovely evening 💕🌹💕

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Jill Tait

Good day then 💕🌹💕

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