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About This Poem
The Irony
What is the value of a thought,
not bound by structure or rule?
Am I not guilty that I besought,
to share such a small granule?
Is there not any Irony found,
that I follow this strict format?
While all along I do expound,
to entertain you with useless
chat.
Therefore, I endeavor to
persevere,
to pursue this love of mine.
My vision not cloudy but oh so
clear,
my thoughts I shall not confine.
It matters not if I follow the
scheme.
For the fragment of a thought
rules supreme.
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