Rhymes Traded For Bread

Travels coast to coast,
With words to ease weary souls.
Power lies in words;

Words indepth echoed,
Skilled and crafty is my charm.
Something about poems;

What's gained if not heard?
Shelter and food in return.
What's fun if not gained?

I grow love hungry;
So my rhymes I trade for bread,
Through the West and back.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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Harryjnr

It is more easier for the work of your hands to be blessed than just staying idle

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