I am in the infancy of my many years to come of writing ditties, just for
fun.
I suppose I am around noon for those who like to pry, but I still have an
extremely
good and sharp eye. Critique I dearly love for that hardens my edge to all I
may defy.
Not you my cunning friends, you are the source of my light in one fine eye.
So strip it down, take it apart and re-assemble it, or so you may have
thought, and you will steel me through this long and lonely night of words.
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