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My Dedication For Michael James Garland © Harold Bo Clapsaddle 2017

The dews drew shake of goose bump

where labors all his leisure gave onto

his helping this fair poet down in dump

his kindness so rosy, petal dropped you

yes, you, his kindred spirit that writes

yes, you, the poet blessed his indites.

 

So many enumerable have been helped

have grown in their poetic knowledge

that the count lifts him heavenly dealt

mine of general nonsense without college

was tutored in poetry and guided by him

an instructor that lectured drilled his friend.

 

An honor it was to meet him awhile past

for his memory shall live in many a heart

cast his love, his patience, his instruct vast

civilized became poetry given his true art

dressed glove of understanding whereof

our brother passed, has nurtured with love.

 

May he be at rest, along the crystal shores

starlit his poetry moon-beamed throughout

the generations that comes upon yours

shout not, whisper softly onto ears of doubt

give reason to his death, for it ink-stamps

my heart with his loss, as my brain vamps.

 

For all poets Michael James Garland pieced together

they of poor, they so rich, or like me, of burnt leather.

 

Rest brother, rest, the angels shall be your wings.

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