Birds Of Same Feather

Birds Of Same Feather

Poets and prophet are of the same;
Double ps, though bear different names.
Yet, both bleed their muse
One laps, other fuse.
Inspiring inspiration they bore;
One as singlet, other as plump-suit wore.
Tossing to'n'fro they thrive;
Like may wind the cedar drive.
Musing each muse; copy and paste.
One does steal, other imitate.
One by divine is driven,
Other by pride is hidden.
      But a difference them seperate,
      While one tell lies, other imitate.
Josh Berry
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