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From: Daniel70 <daniel47@eternal-september.org>
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Subject: Re: The TARDIS lands the Doctor and companons in a creepy garden now
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On 24/06/2025 9:43 pm, Blueshirt wrote:
> W.Dockery wrote:
> 
>> On Mon, 23 Jun 2025 14:19:46 +0000, Daniel70 wrote:
>>
>> This is the first I've seen of The Doctor on the poetry
>> newsgroup.
> 
> If you are lucky it'll be the last!
> 
>> If he or you write poetry, though, we'd be glad to have
>> you join us.
> 
> He can just about write his name!
> 
> 
> But poetry seems easy enough...
> 
> 
> 
> THE DOCTOR: A POEM.
> 
> Across the stars, through silent void,
> A song of time is still employed.
> A name unspoken, just “The Doctor”
> A friend, a storm, a cosmic author.
> 
>  From Gallifrey, where Time Lords reigned,
> With minds like fire and souls unchained,
> He left their halls of red and gold,
> To walk the dark, to break the mold.
> 
> A madman with a box that sings,
> Of swirling stars and ancient kings,
> He dances through eternity,
> With hearts of hope and mystery.
> 
> He’s watched the rise, he’s seen the fall,
> Of empires vast and creatures small.
> He’s fought the silence, faced the flood,
> And wrote his story out in blood.
> 
> The Time Lords once, so cold and wise,
> With judgment deep behind their eyes,
> Yet when their pride turned skies to flame,
> He bore the cost, he took the blame.
> 
> He saves the world with wit, not guns,
> With clever plans and clever runs.
> He speaks of peace, yet walks through war,
> A lonely god, forever more.
> 
> And still he laughs, and still he cries,
> A child of time who never dies.
> For every face he leaves behind,
> Another grows, another mind.
> 
> But in his core one truth will cling,
> That kindness is the bravest thing.
> A Time Lord, yes, but something more:
> A Doctor, knocking on your door.
> 
> THE END
> 
> --------------------------------------------
> 
> And, it's on-topic for both newsgroups!
> 
> :-)
> 
Look! Blueshirt's a Poet
And He didn't even know it!!
-- 
Daniel70