These very words I look upon,
As I chisel it to be,
Are words I mixed that I've redrawn,
And is a part of me;
The time it took, now foregone,
Still it's here preserved for thee;
My expression is short, it's not long,
But it's yours to look and see,
To read and write with knowledge belong,
Is the key for ignorance to flee,
The way I feel, right or wrong,
I write with a spirit that's free.
Tony Avila Sampson
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Wornderful flow and excellent message!