POE’S POEM.

Never more the poet said
Oh help I have confidence,
In meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, Julie sang.
The never more poet
Dark as me
To greatness the light
You through away when your last breading
Comes,
A chorus in one voice,
Instruments like bodies
Trumpets drums and hurry
The poet meant it
A wise woman,
New
It. The one. Your crystal
Self steam like water spray.
Esteem-self cruelty acceptation of thoughts.