Beautiful girls know
what the world sees
so poor ones have to hide their inner feelings
just show their blushing faces
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EACH ARTIST
CREATES something
not for the wind
to spread in shreds
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When my laps top does function
I can post a poem
Blast my laps
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We all are in the same boat in P H no boats-man no oars
How will the poetic boat flow or float
If it is like now anchored
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No one reads
why waste my time
other places poets say
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and the taste of you
though oranges
I'd thought of
apples or mangoes
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GREAT POETS
HERE SPRING HAS MERGED
WITH DYING WINTER
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H elp as many
A lways give needy money
P oor people abound in plenty
P raises they will give thee
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Serene
and wonderful poetry
so GREEN
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