STOOD-AT-A-DOOR-OF-
PERCEPTIVENESS-NO?
"A Verse Maker Be,"
so said the gypsy,
"anagram of your name."
"A Verse Maker Be,"
so said the seer, she.
A poet I sure became.
A gypsy was at the door
when I was only four
and at my mother's side.
"A Verse Maker Be,"
so said the girl to me,
foreseeing deep inside.
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