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Sit and think.
I sit and think of what to write,
some times I sit all night.
The words some times flow,
other times it's no go.
I have many chapters in my life,
they are in my memory where they belong,
there they can do no wrong.
Sometimes I let them free,
that's my poetry.
Of the times I have fallen in love,
when I was floating above.
Of my collage days when partying,
was all the rage.
What ever the event many a happy,
time was spent.
Now I'm older, married,
father of three,
I still reminisce in my poetry.
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