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Not all poems have to be deep Like a small puddle, reveal your feet, jump in. Some are short and sweet With words that bond strong like iron.   Or so funny you'll slap your knee
You say bring what you must, We all name items and nod heads.
Tick tock time continues the earth rotates and people don't seem to mind the people stare and wait the people reach for it it leaves and goes they are fixated waiting for it to return It never comes back
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