I have my heart
To give and to awake
From where I start
And with what is at stake
Sweet joy in its time
The whiles we live
Reach to a prime
Of what we may give
This is for us all
Every goal to reach
Everyone has a call
And a way to teach
With a time and an intention
And something to try
Every thoughts invention
Reach low or its high
* Peter has made 5 or more rhyme poems each day and 6-7 unrhymed poems each day, for more than 9 years. Young Peter is now taking pictures…
The Crew
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