He may not have finished this one.

I have many unfinished. Or at least unedited.

Did Poe have an editor? I doubt it.

I write about Lake Martin a lot. Well… I’ve written about Lake Martin… a little bit.

This poem reminds me of how I feel about Lake Martin.

But it also starts in a similar way to an old Led Zeppelin song. And I can’t get it out of my head.