The age of Christ as many say,
I swore a book, myself, to write,
But no theme, to me, felt quite right.
So I decided I would rhyme,
For those who stumble by my way,
And maybe help them see this time,
A dash of light across their day.
So read on dear friend, I beg,
Even when I do not promise pearls,
Some wit I could, by chance, here bare,
To see you off and keep you fair.
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