Hmmm, I is a Writers, and a Eizards, I sit Upon a soundless occupations of writes and knowlegdges. And I askess Why Doess the Poets sing? I knowses why. The sing on the papers, what their heartzes can not sayzes. The can not let their heartses tell of the shinies they has found, the peoples they may have saved, maybe the people the haved slayzed. the poet sings what the heart can not sings for itselfs. Do you dirge Little poet? Does the great Brood mother singses in your heartses? Whqat do you seeses when you singses...?
