Wouldst thou call thyself true?
If then, show thyself as thou see’st thou
And not as a cripples’ poor art.
But in every way bold and smart.
Look not in chambers for learned lies.
Nor in meadows where the songbird dies.
But look, within thyself, at thy own heart.
That, is where I reside, never from thee to part.
Mark my promise, sealed with wine.
I am yours, forever thine.
Todays best new poem was written by Zueshan.
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