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Words In A Jukebox
I speak words, rawly, but
productively, Poetry Is the
Passion, I compose, with A
gleaming heart, that spins the
souls of others, vibrantly
shinning, among the rainbows,
Colorfully booming, Tenderly In
A jukebox, as my ego, grows
up the beanstalk, like sun-use,
Wisely owl, among expression to,
its knowledgeable ponder, for those
who listen, Do you hear, what I hear?
Do you see, what I see? Do you know,
what I know? Please take A step-
back, and listen chary to it
again, As I compose my lyrics,
down on A sheet of white
paper, for all the world to,
see, Hear, and know, because
We are worthy, in the eyes of
God...
Dedication to all SP "FAM"
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