so sad transformation you think it through , you write it out , a majestic craft , there is no doubt ; a person will read , planting a seed , of change that will never recede ; his actions are imbued by your word , coming first , and never second or third ; your thoughts are out in society , made real , made true , growing just like a tree ; the thought branches out , noble and great , defining other peoples fate , as through your mind , your pen , your quill , you transmit , to all , your will , as your noble craft , you do fulfil dear ed i am a writer , i think youll agree , so here , i send an ms to thee ; its not in a bottle for you to throw , that was the way of edgar allan poe ; i know youll sigh !