Poem of the Masses

Come one come all and contribute your wit! Your tongue needn't be sharp, to add a line to it. Rattle your noggin and summon your grit, grind out some words and see if they fit.


The penultimate line of the poem is:

   And as I glanced upon you, I felt as though I had witnessed the untold beauty of the gods

Your musing:

Name:


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