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TORCH KEEPER
I write the pages.
Fill them with ages.
Some are of sages.
Others are for wages.
They give light to the world.
Some are buried never to swirl.
Keeper of the torch am I.
Giving sight to blind eye's.
They will call and rant at you.
True keepers are rare and few.
Maker of words on the page.
Flowers blossom,size them with gage.
So maker of the written image.
Cast the gold of it limits.
In the end tou will find.
Treasures of the stoic mind.
