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I’ve devoted my life to poetry

Whenever I’ve had the time,

Created whole towns and villages

And even the people rhyme.

There’s only supposed to be six plots

In the stories we have to tell,

And half of them aim for heaven, while

The rest of them end in hell.

But I’ve written fourteen hundred tales

And each of them has a plot,

With climaxes in the middle, and

A twist in the tail, or not.

There’s anger, love and revenge in there

Mixed in the poetic stew,

And some of the plots are quite threadbare,

But they’re all written for you.

My women are all quite beautiful,

My men are as hard as nails,

They constantly search for love, I find,

In all of my paper trails.

But most have an itch they have to scratch,

For some of them there’s regret,

They pay the cost when a lover’s lost

And it haunts their stories yet.

I often scribble in witches, ghouls,

And spirits that have no souls,

That hover around the edges, with

Their indeterminate goals.

I look to the distant future now

For tales you’ll never forget,

And trust to fate that it’s not too late

For a million stories yet.

David Lewis Paget

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[David Lewis Paget]

Yes, this is my 1400th Poem, written since 1966.