Rhymes Traded For Bread
Travels coast to coast,
With words to ease weary souls.
Power lies in words;
Words indepth echoed,
Skilled and crafty is my charm.
Something about poems;
What's gained if not heard?
Shelter and food in return.
What's fun if not gained?
I grow love hungry;
So my rhymes I trade for bread,
Through the West and back.
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