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VOLume 17
VOLume 17

Here I stand before you,
having surpassed mere mortal hours.
Oh, did you ever have a friend before,
who deathless gods owe debt?
I alone broke the midnight veil,
eyes set on vindication!
Spare me a moment, if you will,
to share my lawless tale.

I’ve bathed in ink till my eyes went black. Fool’s Folly
My fingers, scarred and meek,
broken down by words ushered forth
by poets long deplete. Samuel Boure

But mother birthed not a fool that night
many moons ago!
She raised a bastard with a will intent
to bring this system low.

Witness me now! For I passed a lonesome night,
placing my mark upon this world.
My words, like the Morning Star,
bursting brightest before dawn’s light.

Like a titan I did march,
towards that teacher’s lair,
my essay clasped within my grasp,
like a scornful prayer.

She would look upon my work
(and I had hoped, rejoice)
but, I must inform you…
I made a sinful choice.

In my haste to see the end,
I forgot a crucial seal.
That which would part me from the rest,
with such prideful zeal.

I hit the page mark!
Paid credit where it is due!
But alas, she did look down on me,
and said, with hope that I would do better…
“You silly bastard, Sam!
You forgot your last name header!”
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