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Poetry I Write
poetry in the morning poetry at night poetry all poetry all day I write
in the still of the night by my bed side at my coffee table yes I still write
nothing matters more the door bell ring the cat next store
all I need is my pen in my hand any hardships I can withstand
with my next title my next poem in my hand the day flows the night grows
I feel the moon near me soon to be another poem written by me
maybe in May maybe in June
When I write It takes me away gone another day into this world
of thoughts and fantasy lost creating more poetry as the day
begone just created another one just writing poetry makes me
feel as one
Copyright@February2010
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