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About This Poem
Confessions of a Poetry Souper
So, I write,
Sometimes I do it for me
At times it's out of spite
I should just let it be
Instead internal fight
It's hard to match these words
And rhyme them every time
Sometimes it for the birds
I know it has to rhyme.
I feel like such a nerd.
Emotions,memories flood
Inside my inner soul,
They grow and then they bud,
Completed now I'm whole,
Have not created a dud.
I try to tell a truth
Share a fact or two
Like when I lost a tooth
Is what I need to do,
Mustn't lose my couth.
I like the words to play
And sound and syllables dance
There is a certain way
It's not achieved by chance.
Someday it might pay.
Until that day does come
I try and do my best.
Make them all for fun
To share with all the rest
Enjoy I hope for some.
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