Old Poets, Bold Poets

There are old poets

and there are bold poets

but there are no old, bold poets.

Or something like that.

I may have taken a slight liberty there,

bibbidy-bobbedy-boo!

.

Anyway, I am an old, bold poet…

apart from the bold bit.

And I have never flown a plane.

So, consider me…

well, please just consider me.

Or not – it doesn’t matter.

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