I have refused to refuse to publish
This book of poetry

Today they’ve found
Over a hundred poems
In this volume
Tomorrow, yet more

One day, even skeptics incurrable
Willl be thrilled by the flair of my skill

And god-playing critics will chill
At the blood spilt from my quill

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