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the poem I writ
The poem I writ
Just didn’t fit
I wondered what
To do with it
I folded it
With creases tight
Launched it high
Gave it flight
It circled high
Into the sun
I wept, crying
What have I done
And yet I think
I set it free
By separating it
From me
Copyright ©
John Lawless
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