A N a Bused a Rtist
Sticks and stones won't break my poems
and terms will never use us,
the artist's hope goes it alone,
while others just diffuse us!
Hip and hop won't take my crop
and placard's mentors lose us,
my only truth is still unknown ~
until my lines . . . . transfuse us!
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