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A Cook and a Poet

In the kitchen Having with the knife I know I am a poet In the note book Having with the pen Or the fingers with keys I know The difficulty of being To be called I am a poet Things can be Turned into creative for taste Things to words To be turned for taste Still I am a poor Udaya R. Tennakoon

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