Out of print

 Out of Print

Within the book of wasted time a section must exist with articles in perfect rhyme poets never kissed … by lady luck or fortune’s son, (the gender matters not), of loves and favors never won, of passions never wrought. My chronicle would grace that page my love, if not for you, as written by some useless sage for all the world to view. My dearest love, I here exalt that I am out of print. The presses, dear, were made to halt by orders, heaven sent. ~ Dean Neighbors ~