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Someone once told me That life is like a piano, Well, Also like a box of chocolates, But that's not important, What is important,
Poetry – because practice makes perfect Fiction was my first love, first poem I rejected It was terrible – oh so terrible Nonacceptable So I stopped writing ‘em for awhile
Like the Astronomer longs for the moon,I can no longer part from thine endowments,This dream infested fool must beseech thee soon, For all we share is but a few moments.Your pull, my love causes these waves crash down,their passionate cry drags me
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