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About This Poem
Wordsmith
Oh yes how I long for it
To stand in front of multitudes
And sing my words for you
How I long to see your face
And read the words just for you
A word-smith Oh how I long to be
If you could only help me or just let me be
But then again where would I be
If you would have left me be
And left it all up to me
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