In a club I meet an old acquaintance,
A meeting without proper substance,
In my life prose he's just a sentence,
He says "Poet write me a poem"
My inspiration is all so solemn,
Everything about him is a problem,
Two days later he calls;
He's found other old pals,
They say "Poet write us poems"
Poet, talk about the girls and gin;
Poet, capture my graduation gown;
Poet, start from time we were born;
I stop, light a cigar and puff,
I am mad about guys in my life,
"Poet, tell us why you are so off? "
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A well expressed poem, Gabriel....10+++++++++++