Even amidst the/
rocks and waves of life, you can/
still find your white plume.
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Who Am I: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Poem
Confused /
by femme attitudes,/
I soon knew/
I must face the task/
and ask/
a desired woman/
a difficult question.
Thinking twice,/
I sought advice/
from a female friend./
She looked at me, and then/
She queried, soft and slow: /
“Why ask me? You are Cyrano.”
And I recalled there’s always room/
for another white plume.