Strict metric melodies mold - and mingle
with jingle sounds so old
hard to behold and uphold -
Celtic tidal tides, long rolled.
Art and talent has no borders has no
orders, or restrictive cords,
excellence alone lords,
innate gifts, which lifts above.
True art's higher knowledge pledge alliegiance
to talent given at birth;
whose worth demands obeisance,
long labor and research.
Freedom and liberty of speech; has no
of sex, age, race, : art alone
master of its own genome!
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