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About This Poem
A Poet Was Born
I once lived inside a box…
It had just four walls and a hanging clock…
I stood in the middle and reached for a sound…
Until a glimmer of light splattered around…
My mind and soul pushed with emotion…
In time it tipped by a heart with motion…
A scroll of paper from today till tomorrow…
With an ink dipped pen filled with joy not sorrow…
I scribbled words till my fingers were worn…
While in the shadows of a box a Poet was born…
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