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POETRY
POETRY
I’m the language of the learned
The will all the minds has created
Yes I’m proud yet fine hearted
Who then has not seen me been manifested
I am the voice of all born true of nature
Newly inclined and of all that’s mature
Is all about your thought- real or fiction
I don’t care about your sense and diction
Just be inspired and pass your message
With the new time because I’m your passage
I’m not an inspiration to the naught
But always to them I’m a food for taught
Poetry calls – she has prepared a stable
Do you see the poetry soup on the table?
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