A Confession, I Bought Good Poetry

Yep, I am guilty, go ahead and hang me, I bought poetry last night, on the street. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sitting waiting for my veggies on flour tortilla, approached I was by a man, full of sweet-smelling Sangria. He was polite and very unique, I wanted to hear, and more I did seek! He started reciting verse, directly from heaven, so angelically pure, my surroundings it did deafen. I touched him, held his shoulder, closed my eyes as he got bolder! My soul he did rock and then even more, my heart took off, it really began to soar! Larry Rogers the best darn poet, if the world heard him, they would instantly know it! Homeless he was and donations were his pleas, Oh Larry Rogers, my soul last night, you did overwhelmingly sublimely please! What was the true value of his grand gift of verse? Who can say? But I love that man and gladly emptied my whole money purse!