One of her smiles hid great depression it is true.
Poe his works broad strokes his pen it knew.
Each succeeding Dali Llama drew inside their mind.
Sensitive each breath I breathing drew upon each find.
Sara with her wistful tease,
I love you when then was all the rage each student drew.
Sitting on each poets lap then discreetly laugh.
Unlike musicals and classics why they sleep.
Each poet draws a spark from life few keep.
Lincolns point of view self educated lots he changed for men.
John Wilks booth was such a little man.
To damn the mighty Mississippi.
In the end it's all we have to do,
is change our young as each perspective poet grew.
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