Shaun Bolden Poems

Such a beatuful flute lies alone on the shelf
It shone brightly, freshly polished without need of help
But with out wind, no music was produced
So he picked it up in hopes of making this flute
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He's a mystery
No one ever dared to try
To figure him out
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Astonished is what he was as he found he wasn't the only one
Beside himself he felt because he let this happen
Cold shoulder is what he got for his passion
Despair is what he has now
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