My poetry can't dry,
My emotion can 'tfly.
For rhythm, memory can supply.
I am Romantic,
I am domestic.
Imagination! Come with me,
Meet my thought and inspire me.
Here I unify with nature,
Here I paint the great picture.
Coleridge is my best poet,
For liberty, he can do it.
I never eat or drink,
I can, can think.
My poetry can't stop,
When my heart is at the top.
I have no rest,
for poetry, i compose the best.
My tongue is free,
uttering sweet words like honey of bee.
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