Playing with language he tosses the words
\nAnd stirs them with his pen
\nIn the saucepan of the page
\nWhich he heats with ideas…. and then
\nHe tosses out on the plate of our ears a poem
\nFor us to taste and declare
\nIs the the Cordeun Blue chef or Poetry…
\nOr the biggest charlatan there!!! <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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