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Thus,the Poem I Bring
O, my heart is so full
and I just want to write.
I want to give expression
to such beautiful sights.
O, I need not be looking
at just any one thing.
My minds always cooking,
thus, the poem I bring.
O, the things I have seen,
such as these be the sights.
To things unseen I lean
and the Spirit gives light.
It matters not to me
which it is that I write.
The reader always sees
expression at it’s height.
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