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Bestowal
You asked me for a gift.
I brooded a little while.
My thoughts I tried to sift,
Then I began to smile.
What have I to give,
Where I can't put a price ?
I think I will refrain,
The friendship should suffice.
A frown is all I get,
Regardless of my plaint!
That I could give no more,
This is all I penned!
A penured poet am I,
This you refuse to know!
That words may still be there.
The pen refuses to flow!
Daneel Olivaw
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