The quality of the poem
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Poetry has left me
I did not see the wire
Was at work
I found out this morning,
Came at the door,
Went away proud
Didn't get the time - cable
So good living,
So in his silent quest,
Pride comes,
Tell him today
My mistake is all
Just don't leave the mirror
Talk to you,
I am now free,
Do so in the house of the widow
Pray for you
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